Yesterday I spent my day moving furniture that was in the way, lifting carpet, lifting underlay and feeding a lonely cable through the various sleeping walls under my living room floor. It was no fun at all. It was hard, dusty, back breaking work.
Eventually, I reached the other side of the room, where I discovered that the bottom of the wall had collapsed.
My ambitious plan to finish the living room rewire without moving the furniture out (there being nowhere to put it) was thus thwarted. This wall needed repairing first. You can’t rely in the top of a wall staying up with the bottom missing.
At this point, knackered, I retreated into a bath for an hour. Although the plan had involved a really hot one, my fatigue prevented the management of suitable temperature control. Tepid had to do.
After that I went off to Brighton & Hove Green Party’s general meeting, where I learnt more about the government’s education policy than everything I’ve ever picked up from the so called quality media. The party had adopted a new format for its general meetings, which was a success. It was good to see a whole bunch of new members too.
Afterwards we retired to The Claxton for a couple of quiet pints in time honoured political tradition. At some point after eleven I received a message from my wife, lovingly urging me not to get too drunk. At that moment, I decided to follow my pal Ian’s advice: “a long walk home gets the best out of the beer”.
He’s right. Three and a half miles later and here I am, sober, happy and ready for bed. If I’m raring to go in the morning, it won’t just be good advice, it’ll be sage wisdom. We shall see.