Wednesday. Up after a disturbed night, breakfast and then to the Shed. I spend all morning playing with wax, tools, sandpaper and a blow torch. Outcome was dissatisfaction by lunchtime. My partner made me bacon bagel before she went to visit her mother. I watch some of the Commonwealth Games before filling the bird feeders and the hedgehog meal dish. I put out a message to find someone to assess my office floor and its rising tiles. Time to train. I change into my kit and go to the garage to row. Today its 30 minutes at my normal resistance level. I take it steady and it turns out to be a reasonable session.

I change out of my training gear and sink a cool beer, record the session and watch more athletics. My partner returns and we eat dinner and continue to watch the athletics, until she goes to practice singing and I draft the blog.

I’m tired and need to sleep but most of all I need to find something to do out of the house so tomorrow I might go for a swim. The risk is becoming institutionalised in my own home. The challenge is to balance being a hermit and avoiding debilitating isolation.