Thursday already and a day that starts with bailing out the dishwasher. It has two inches of water in the base of it which needs to be syphoned out having cleared out the under sink cabinets. I clean all the filters and take apart what I can and do the obvious but I have no luck. I grab coffee and muesli and get myself in front of the laptop in time for my first meeting of the day. I catch up with colleagues and welcome back our manager. There is a lot to catch up on and we log back in to zoom for second session. At lunch time I return to the dishwasher, but nothing has changed, I check again to see if there is something obvious I’ve missed. I have a moment to appreciate the front garden and I snap a couple of examples.
An early Iris 
A raised box of bulbs come good.
A very fast soup and I am back in front of the screen in time for the Open Forum I co host. It is an intense hour and I pay close attention to the content and what is required. I come out of the session and discuss it with my co host. A few moments for reflection and notes and I set about finding someone to come and tend to Daisy Dishwasher. I ferret around the internet and find a dishwasher mending service and book on line for them to come tomorrow. They promised to confirm the appointment by phone in an hour. They didn’t. I will see if anyone actually turns up tomorrow. Having done what I can do I change into my training gear and clear the kitchen before going to the garage to row for 45 minutes. I need to know if my back is going to be okay with it so I reduce the resistance level. It seems to go okay and is eased by a call from a friend.
Metres 
Time and Calories.
I’ve not long finished training and the Thursday tea of tuna pasta is ready as my partner prepares for her evening singing lesson. I settle down to watch Manchester United thrash Roma and at the same time tend to my weekly wash. By the end of the match, my washing is sorted and I am started on the blog. Tomorrow I have more meetings, the mystery of a dishwasher mender, will they or wont they, re-calking the bath and training. All this time my facial sebaceous cyst continues to sit in my cheek becoming sore. I just need to get to next Tuesday when my next appointment at the hospital is booked. Hopefully they will actually do something.
