Tuesday, the first day back at work, not for me but the rest of the household, so I wake up to the murmur of office business going on. I get up and have my muesli breakfast before hanging up my washing and then drafting a note of the solicitor for my daughters to agree. I send a message to the funeral directors to thank them for their excellent work and to request electronic copies of the service broadcast. I move the car off the drive so that Tesco can deliver. This all being done I settle down to read The End of The Day. It is perhaps the best book I have read that demonstrates and explores the constant “noise” of life whilst exploring the relationship between a constantly changing world and death. I read solidly until Tesco delivers. Then its a speed unload and put away before returning to the Harbinger of Death and his journey. I read solidly till I finish the book at 6:30. I am left just not wanting to contribute to the “noise”. I send the now agreed email to the solicitor and eat tea.

It’s throwing it down with rain and has done all afternoon. I wait patiently for it to ease so I can get the bins out and the car in so I settle down to watch the English women play Australia at football this evening. I’ve not trained today, I chose to read instead.