It is cold now, even though the sky is bright. and clear of clouds. Anticyclonic weather is the way they used to describe it.
The cold does not suit the depression of not being able to move out of the house at all. The obligation to work, to work for an employer, has gone because of the virus, and it is increasingly difficult to find motivation to do other things.
There is a banging sound from the passageway leading through the house into the yard. That is the son, working on his antiquated old car. He got it free of costs, but it will cost a fortune to restore to legal functionality. And now he returns to the upstairs flat and informs that the gaskets on the cylinder heads were the wrong size.
Go downstairs, admire his work. He is enthusiastic, but see that there are countless things to be done. there are so many parts missing.
And as the fingers turn blue, help him by sweeping the floor, clear up all the flakes of rust that have fallen from the body of the car.
Return upstairs, return to feeling unwell, and cold, and miserable.
Wash the hands in the bathroom handbasin, the water does not flow properly into the waste outlet. This appears to have a blockage.
Take the bucket that is normally used for the mop, put it under the siphon of the sink and unscrew the siphon. A stinking mass of soap and hair has got caught in there. Remove it, and reassemble the siphon. Now the waste pipe works.
There was water on the floor, and the feet were covered only in socks, no shoes. The feet are in those icy cold wet socks now, freezing. That was careless
What is wrong? The cold never used to be such a problem earlier.
It is.
now, so change the socks!
what a mess
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