Diary of a nobody

I took tea in town at 8.15 this morning, which is unusual for me. But I felt like treating myself. Walking home I bumped into my old friend and colleague Brian who I have known for some 20 years. We worked together in the NHS and at different times shared the same local charity. he announced that he is moving up to North London which is rather an unusual thing for a man in his eighties to do, but he wants to be near family. I then bumped into a neighbour who was busy rescuing caterpillars with his three-year-old granddaughter, lifting them off the pavement and putting them into the nearby shrubbery. 

I started work on the house when I got home, as I had set myself an objective to try and enable us to manage all the accoutrements that go with the baby and which are currently clogging up the dining room. Then I had to deal with the representative of the Surrey highways team who had been in receipt of a complaint from one of our neighbours that a car parked on our driveway was overlapping a double yellow line. I do think it’s a shame when people feel that they cannot talk to you and sort these matters out and have to get the council involved. 

TSM had forgotten her lunch so I jumped in the car around midday and took it in for her. Cue conversations with former colleagues in the office. Then I just had time to eat before getting involved in some babysitting.

My day was fast disappearing and by now I was feeling tired. I dozed off and before I knew it I woke with a start and realised I’d been asleep for an hour. I cleaned the bathroom, hung out some washing, did some more cleaning, spent an age on the phone to our mortgage provider,  and finally managed to sit down around 5 o’clock.

Finished reading Young Jane Young by Gabrielle Zavin which I thought was excellent and very clever. That is the 39th book I’ve read this year so I am a bit behind my book a week trajectory. Tired again now.