I’m on my ordinary list. Got through a few, a lot, in fact. I emptied the compost bucket, said hallo to an obviously newborn toad, for all the blinking and not moving thing he or she did on the step into the woods. I brought wood in, welcomed a friend for soup and a delicious afternoon of chat about everything to do with life and notlife and everything in betweem which is a hoor of a load of years and fears and tears and joy andchildren andregrets and gains and loss. I went to church, read a prayer, hugged, left. There are a couple of didn’ts. I didn’t do my 100 pulls on the rowing machine, nor did I walk. I feel bad about both. But, there is always the morra. I moved cash to cover incoming bills. I decided what I will wear to my friend’s funeral in a couple of weeks, and I felt good about the lunacy of my outfit.

Last thing is to sort the drain smell in the shower room. It used to be a bathroom, with a bath long enough anbd deep enough for a whale. It was a fabulous bath. However, times change and so on, and because we needed no bath, no chance of disaster. A wet room, a shower, hold handles and a non skid floor. A big change. The piping of this new song is too thin. The shower, still a good one, works fine. The drain requires constant attention. I have no idea what changed. Perhaps the old pipes didn’t fit with council rules.

Anyways. I went upstairs as the dusk dusked to pour some soda down the smelly pipe. Added some boiling water, just a cupful, to leave till morning. I was listening to an audio book, lodged safely on the radiator, atop my flannel. Somehow, and I don’t know how, I moved something and the mobile slid down between the radiator and the wall. I thought, oh shit. Here I am, alone, old, in the dark, and this audio book has at least 30 chapters to go and my phone is well charged. However, I am me. grinned a bit, moved downstairs to find tools, thinking all the way. Slim, grab, push, that sort of think.

I did all of that. We are together again, but it did think me of the disordinaray. It comes.