Thursday and I wake late with a growing sense of heart sink as remember todays task to sort the failed lighting circuit. So I have to say I do not bounce out of bed enthusiastically but I do make the effort to have a non fried breakfast of muesli and coffee. This morning is hard going as I listen to my partner doing work “chitter chatter” on Teams as she works out of the office. I gather up my will along side the tools I will need and start the process of sorting the problem. I take out every bulb on the specific lighting circuit and then make sure all the light switches are in the off position. I flick the circuit breaker on the board but it will not reset. I am momentarily taken aback and sit and have a think. I remember that the garage light is controlled by two switches so I go back to the garage and switch the light switch to the opposite position. Back at the circuit board I try to reset again. Bingo it stays in position and does not trip. So begins the tentative replacement of the bulbs and tubes one by one. Every time I add a new bulb I test to see if it lights up. Slowly but surely all the bulbs go back into place and work. I replace one LED that I am suspicious of adn does not match the others in the same array. Finally they are all back and all work without the circuit breaker tripping. I’ve done it, go me, I am a hero especially as the electrician wanted £65 to come out and £45 an hour thereafter.

I pack my tools away and have lunch during which the two new inspection lamps I ordered arrive. If the problem ever arises again and is not so easy to solve I can now light all he areas using mains powered inspection lamps. I deparcel them, fit them with bulbs and then add them to my tool board in the garage. I am feeling pleased with myself and my mood has lifted. I watch a session of the world athletics and feeling guilty at not having trained for 15 days, (7 of which where holiday) I get changed and make my way to the rower in the garage. Always hard to restart but today has to be the day to get back to the battle and to take up the regime of self care and fitness.

I am disappointed not to make 7K but that will come. Crucially I have burnt calories. I change and start to draft the blog before tea. The evening will see my partner have her singing lesson after sometime or not depending if her teacher bails again and I will watch another football quarter final. The hedgehog will be fed of course. Its time to get back to to a rhythm and to get back on track to take my transition forward.