Wednesday 20th Mar

Another early start, once Mrs P and the kids are out it’s off to do the papers. Not too cold a morning and I breeze round, smiling and helloing to people as I go on my way. It makes me happy, and I get mostly smiles in return. I do see a couple of groups of guys of a certain age on bicycles who should know better, squeezed into very unflattering lycra outfits. You do need a strong stomach at times.

Mid-morning finds me trying to mend yesterday’s DIY disaster and patch up my walls. I cause a long queue in the builders’ merchants as I try to decide what exactly I need to rectify my mishap. When I turn it’s to face a row of unimpressed tradesmen who know what they want queuing behind me. So I get back and add water to the mixture, dig out my trowel! I know I’ve got a trowel, shock horror, though to be honest I inherited/acquired it like most of my tools, from someone else. I slap the mixture on inside and out, smooth it down as best I can and say a little prayer that it doesn’t just fall off tomorrow.

I’ve still got time to do the ironing, the cleaning and get the tea on the table before Mrs P gets home, think I deserve a sit down this evening as jay-le-taxi has the night off.

Yours getting it done, well some of it anyway

Jay