My son calls me on FaceTime from Australia (where he is currently on his travels) wanting me to have a look at his blog, Wandering Yokel, which he is using to catalogue his travels over the next year or so. We review his efforts and have a chin wag about his plans for the next few weeks.
I am feeling cold and miserable, so decide to cheer myself up by lighting the fire and toasting myself next to it. I take the log basket outside to fill it, only to find that my neatly stacked pile of logs has toppled over, so I spend the next 45 minutes picking them up and re-stacking them. By the time I have done this, I’m so hot and bothered that I don’t need to light the fire.
I cool down by walking the dog, and light the woodburner when we return.
Our eldest granddaughter is coming to stay the night tonight, so I vacuum downstairs, mop the kitchen/dining room floor, and construct our large child-proof fireguard before my wife arrives home with her.