- Wood delivery. 2 hours of splintery, sweaty, bad tempered manual labour as if in some survivalist camp preparing for (nuclear) winter.
(This is only two thirds of the wood delivery)
- Need to change ghastly (and unwisely, inexplicably white) sofa covers which have now reached the point where no one who is not a member of my family can enter the house for fear that they may see them. Changing sofa covers is like a super-charged version of changing a duvet cover and deeply unwelcome.
- No need to deal with wood for another year.
- Delicious scalding hot post-wood-heaving bath with Dead Sea salt, Aromatherapy Asssociates "Light Relax" bath oil (I love how specific they are. Mild mental relaxation, or deep muscular relaxation? Gentle stimulation or WIRE ME UP TO THE MAINS WITH ESSENTIAL OILS?) and the wrist punishingly bulky but so far very gripping Night Film.
Right, turning the router off again.