During breakfast this morning I gave the cinders in the woodstove the customary riddling-over to drop the ashes into the tray below and I also cleaned the glass window as usual. Half an hour later, I noticed that the cinders had caught light and were burning. The riddling must have done the trick, but it’s not every day by any means when I can restart the fire next morning. It certainly was an exceptional thing.
And it wasn’t early either.
I had a late night last night and so was in no rush to leave my stinking pit. But some ******* rang me up at 09:30 this morning and that was that. They hung up as soon as I answered the phone and if ever I find out who it was and lay my hands upon them, then they will find out just how much they annoyed me.
I did half of the text for the rock music programmes this morning, but I’ve been struggling this afternoon. In fact I crashed out for a good few hours until 20:00 – that shows you just how well I’m feeling just now. In fact I’m off to bed as soon as I’ve done this, and I shall sleep until my name changes to Eric van Winkle.
I’ve only been outside once today too and that was to take the stats and bring in some water. I’ve done nothing else at all despite all of my best intentions. I’m going to have to pull myself together I reckon and sort out this fatigue issue.
