I have a day of doing almost nothing. I have absolutely no drive to do anything. The dog drags me out for her walks, of course – I would never deny her her walks, it’s not her fault that I feel this way. I sit on the sofa in the lounge, catch up on the news by reading The Metro online, and research float switches (on eBay) for the bilge pump on our boat. I end up by getting myself stressed over the boat – imagining that the existing float switch had failed and that the boat was sinking – so, I get in the car and drive over to Wayford Bridge to check on it. Everything is okay, the bilge pump has been operating as it should, the bilges are virtually dry, and I have been worrying for nothing.
I clear up my mess in the kitchen and vacuum downstairs before my wife gets home. I’m not drinking any alcohol until we go on our holiday in October – I could do with losing a bit of weight, and abstaining from the demon drink seems as good a way as any to achieve this. Of course, I will also be cutting out as much sugar from my diet as possible.