Nine Feet Underground

After work this afternoon I'll be heading off to Liverpool, the first time I've driven there in the evening for a long time. Between work and travelling, I'll not have any chance to write here after this. Here I am, in Liverpool and it's just after 9 p.m. I had a good journey up, missing one pointless accident on the M6 and stopping once for coffee, Snickers and other necessities. After a bit of dinner (more!!) and chat, it was time for bed.  Looks like driving up on a Friday night after work is not too big a deal. Bob Vylan / 'We Live Here' / 'We Live Here' [[]]

Fun, fun, fun...but exclusively in the domain of work, so I can say no more! (nudge, nudge...) What a day! The main socket circuit breaker has been tripping more often than someone who takes a lot of trips (Granny?) As a consequence the internet has been doing the hokey cokey, often during Google Meet sessions, making me seem like the phantom flan flinger or the Scarlet Pimpernel. As I had nothing else to go on, apart from the fact that it was pouring with rain and in the past it has been suggested (by the network supplier) that the solar power could cause surges, in the end I went up in the loft and switched the inverter off (not the sun!), despite no evidence. Unfortunately it didn't solve the problem, and later on in the evening when the constant on and off had driven us all to distraction, I discovered we weren't the only house experiencing supply problems. At some point amongst all the electrical madness, whilst the rain continued to pour down, a kind friend delivered more...

As I sit and type this, it occurs to me that my life has become incredibly repetitive and restricted.  I suppose in large part because of my wife's illness and extreme vulnerability to covid, I have been taking the same precautions since I was first consigned to working at home (luckily my employer made the decision that all employees should work from home before the Government finally made a decision about lockdown) late in February. Give or take a few changes, every Saturday has been the same for months. I guess with Christmas coming ever closer, some variety may be introduced. Perhaps. One thing that was different about today was that son #3 accompanied me shopping for the first time since he went to uni: one thing he did enjoy was grabbing a hot breakfast after the shopping was done. After shopping, on with the usual chores. Sons 2 and 3 made lunch whilst I meditated, which was good of them. Whilst I was meditating a very large and heavy parcel arrived for me - I shall may...