another day

 It is good to be lazy sometimes. There is no harm in it. This morning was just another lazy day. Heard people in the house, and waited until they had left before getting up and going downstairs. Made a small breakfast.

Drove the car down to the local shop to get some things, and then at the behest of the friend drove on to Terenure for a cup of coffee. The cup of coffee was nice. It was served by a young spanish woman. The son got into a tantrum because the coating on the cake was made of gelatine, a substance he abhors. The son is really to old for tantrums now, but he still gets into situations which are difficult for him to deal with.

After the coffee shop proceed to a small hardware store and buy a mop to wash the floor in the kitchen. There were complaints in the morning that there was a steel in the kitchen, and cleaning the floor and changing the filter on the greasy extraction fan seemed like a good idea. The son worked hard cleaning the hob.

Fold the filter so that it has quarter the area and four times the thickness. Then fit it into the holder on the fan.

Then, after finding a bucket, clean the floor. This takes nearly an hour to complete.

And now it is evening again.