It’s my third day of feeling like death warmed-up, and I have another day of doing very little. I take the dog for her morning walk (at least it isn’t raining this morning, and the wind has dropped) and then I sort out a problem with our previous electricity supplier, who decided to take money from my bank account despite the fact that they no longer supply us. I ensure that I cancel my direct debit instruction so that they can’t repeat their mistake.
I drive over to my doctor’s surgery in Aldborough to pick up a repeat prescription, and then tidy up downstairs, run the vacuum around and then split a few logs and fill the log basket.
My wife is late home this evening (she’s babysitting our youngest granddaughter), so I rustle up a cheese and ham omelette for my dinner, light the fire and watch some rubbish (The IT Crowd) on Netflix.