AS GOOD AS IT GETS PHASE DAY 217

DVT DAY 232

A.G.A.I.G DAY 217

Monday, time to catch up with my letter writing, which is way behind. So I cook a quick egg roll breakfast and head for the shed. For the next few hours I write letters to all those good people who have written to me over the past two or three weeks. The shed is warm and dry and I listen to the rain beating on the roof and watch for our wet and hungry squirrel. Lunchtime arrives and I go inside and wonder why the laundry area is steamed up, it turns out that my eldest has manged to leave the shower on all night, no wonder we ran out of hot water this morning. I guess that’s family living for you.

A lunch of noodles and then I am back in the shed to finish the letters. For some reason I could not get my seal ring to work properly on some of the letters, I guess it will reman a mystery. I continue on until I realise its getting close to post box collection time, so I pull on jeans and take the postal walk. Back home I find a parcel for me, its my duck down winter jacket. Its just warm and snug and now hanging waiting for an appropriate moment for its first run out. I seem to be focussing on being warm this winter. The urge to hibernate is strong.

So its back to the shed to climb aboard the exercise bike and try and pedal the stiffness out of my thighs after yesterdays exploits in the garage gym. As I pedalled away hoping to make the full hour the rain teamed down and I began to realise that it was getting dark, this genius forgot the clocks went back on Saturday, and of course its getting dark. By the time the hours up its dark. I pack up the shed and head for the house having to return in the dark once I pull the power plug to the shed. So I settle down to write the blog and eat tea before having my thickness confirmed by watching Only Connect and not being able to get a single answer. The saving grace is that it is hosted by my favourite poker player. Tomorrow is back to the work a day world of enabling environment, supervision and developing tools. Rumbling away in the back ground is the need to write my part of the debate to take place in November.