Thursday and its a busy day to get up to, but first there are vitals to take and to do my ritualised morning meditation. My partner is preparing to go out for the day with a friend as I get up and have breakfast. When my partner’s friend turns up we discover the door is not working. Noted, it goes on the chore list. First I clear the floor space of the office to expose the erupting tile flooring so that, we will call him “Bob” who is coming to see if he can finally end our life of a bumpy office floor and to re-tile it. So I set about numbering floor tiles and taking up underlay to expose the eerily buckled wood block tiles which have been glued to a layer of red terracotta kitchen tiles. With that done I set about mending the front door bell, which turns out to be a simple battery replacement, although not an AA or AAA but one of those coin like 2033 things. This of course means I spend a long time hunting through my man things to find the right battery, however being that sort of bloke that prepares for the worst I of course have some tucked a way. Its a simple task to put in a new battery but incredibly time consuming.

“Bob” arrives and I show him to our erupting floor tiles. He is bemused but has seen something like it before caused by underlying changes in foundations caused by a change in the earth deep down, which causes an up thrust of soil; the opposite of subsidence. He has a dig around and we chat about possible ways forward. We agree that we can not do anything sensible other than get the first layer off the floor and get his builder friend to be able to look at and advise on the appropriate sealing or screeding required and then to either tile or floor over it so as to allow flexibility for expansion and movement in the future. We agree a date for the first layer to come up and then we will take it from there. “Bob” goes off and I am left to get on with the day.

I set about making a pie for tea, which I appear to be quite competent at. For mem the secret is in the sauce that is prepared to go into the pie and I lace mine with red wine and secret ingredients. With the pie ready for popping into the oven I clear the kitchen and then sit down and have lunch. I move on to filling my dosettes with my drugs for the next two weeks and then its time to start drafting the blog. These tasks take me to the time to pop the pie in the oven before spending the evening watching England play Wales at football and then the final episodes of Nine Bodies in a Mexican Morgue, so Agatha Christie, part appalling, part intriguing. I will take my night meds and look forward to training tomorrow.