My wife wants to sort out the mess in the conservatory today. The conservatory is full of all of my junk, materials left over/not yet used for the renovation of our cottage (which would have been completed long ago, if it hadn’t been for my Parkinson’s Disease) and a wide selection of hand tools and power tools ranging from small scrapers up to a heavy duty SDS drill. The problem is that there really isn’t anywhere else to put it, although I know that some of it is going to end up at the tip, and some of it will end up being stored in the garden shed. I try to assist with this task of organising stuff but, in all honesty, I’m more of a hindrance than a help. I’m also a little off balance today, and stepping over and around things isn’t exactly conducive to remaining vertical! After two or three near misses, I decide to keep out of the way and sort out a stack of paperwork that is waiting to be sorted (to be fair, it’s been waiting for quite some time!).
Paperwork sorted. There’s a stack of waste paper for the recycling bin, and our paper shredder is nice and hot due to my identity theft paranoia. I take the dog for her afternoon walk. My wife is still slaving away out in the conservatory – I really do admire her drive, energy and enthusiasm. I’m feeling totally knackered, and I haven’t done 10% of what she’s done.
I help bring stuff back into the conservatory from the garden when my wife finally declares that she’s had enough. We eat dinner (prepared by my wife) and then we sit and relax for a little while before heading off to bed. I self-medicate with cannabis to assist me with getting off to sleep – although I’m physically knackered, my mind is working overtime and I know I need something to enable me to switch off.