We are both up, dressed and downstairs by 7.45am. Not for any good reason other than we woke up early.
I want to get on with the bathroom tiling today – I made a rash statement last weekend that I would have it finished by my birthday. Suddenly the 15th of May seems alarmingly soon!
Before I start tiling, I sit down and check my email (nothing important) and then post links to my latest vlog on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter. Then I try to find a way to record the Viceland documentary that I appeared in (“Stoned”) so that I can keep a copy of it. Our Smart television is supposed to be capable of doing this, but I’m damned if I can make it work. I spend entirely too much time on this, and nothing to show for it at the end.
I hunt out (with help from my wife) a tub of tile adhesive, and prepare to turn the bathroom into a no-go zone. I have, by this time, lost my motivation – indeed, fiddling about with the telly for so long almost made me lose the will to live – and it only takes my wife to suggest that I give it a miss today, and I’m putting stuff away. Maybe tomorrow…
We both take the dog for her afternoon stroll (my wife took her this morning), and call by the allotment on the way back home. We spend half an hour weeding and hoeing, so now I feel that at least I have done something useful today.
Tremor isn’t too bad today, but my voice is quite weak and my walking isn’t too good. I feel exhausted, and can feel another early night coming on.