sorting

 The day was strange, waking was a problem, as always. Perhaps it will become necessary to take up walking again, to try and bring the body back into condition once more. It is just difficult when everything is so lazy and sleepy.

The day was strange with a bill arriving from the mecahnic, charging for things that he did not do, or checks that he did twice when once would have done the trick too.

The bill is higher thatn expected.

There are things to be sorted, and also start to worry about the packaging of the equipment for the upcoming short holiday in Ireland. It is not easy and it is not going to be free of risks. It would be a shame if stuff was stolen.

The package with the new shirts arrives. It will now be possible to throw a few of the older and increasingly threadbare shirts away.

These are staccato days, it is just not clear what exactly is going on. It is time to start a new project. It is raining outside, and a short visit to the cafe does not really reduce the misery.  Return home, set up the ironiing board and iron all of the light trousers for the coming summer. That takes a few hours, and that is the end of the day. Just the clothes dryer needs to be emptied and the clothes sorted and put away.