Thursday and I am awake early for today I go to Kwik Fit to have my leaking tyre diagnosed, so I am brushing my teeth and swallowing medications early. I’m out the door and driving off in the car as quickly as possible so that I cannot dwell on the fact that one of my tyres might be well below functional levels. I arrive at Kwik Fit and book in. I take a sit in the waiting area and settle down to read Naked while tyre trolls get on inspecting my leaky tyre. A few minutes later the tyre tech returns to tell me that I have a nail in the middle of my tyre but the good news is they can fix it for less than thirty quid. I think that’s a steal and tell them to get on with it. Several chapters and an hour later I am told my car is done. I pay and drive off i an act of faith that all is well in tyre land.

Once home I dump the car and head for the village café where I do the days crosswords and devour an egg and bacon baguette. That’s when I discover I am getting a cold or a reaction to yesterdays COVID booster. My nose runs like a tap, I’m about to head home when my partner joins me for a coffee so we chat, watch an articulated lorry wipe out plastic bollard at the village round about and I try to stem the flow from my nose. We walk home and I sink into snot control while my partner returns to work. When in this condition I just read and that’s what I do all afternoon whilst mopping myself up. I hate this stage of a cold where it feels like my internal organs are trying to escape through my nostrils. I do get through the book though. I progressively feel shit up to fish and chips arriving via my eldest daughter and then through the evening of watching football and rugby and finally drafting the blog before night meds and bed. The only impingement of he real world was the email telling me the buyers of the London house cannot get them selves together to exchange contracts till next week. Cold feet I wonder or just slow systems.