Nine Feet Underground

What am I going to get up to today? Oh yes, work, for starters! Probably for main and dessert too. Work was briefly interrupted for a conversation with our GP surgery regarding the booking of transport to take my wife to hospital next week. When I say 'briefly' I am downplaying the conversation, somewhat.  I had been expecting confirmation by text that transport had been arranged, however I'd received none and it was getting late.  After explaining the situation, things started to go awry: it began with a debate about how many days in advance it needed booking - originally I'd been told 5 working days, then 3 working days and now I was being told 3 days, including weekends.  We were both amused about the confusion and luckily it was finally determined that 3 working days were required, after some behind the scenes conversation amongst colleagues.  Next step was the booking itself: was it done? More confusion - nothing against my wife's records, which was odd as I...

When I get up and showered, I still feel tired, despite the fact I'm really not doing very much and in direct opposition to the amount of food I'm consuming. Finding time to read the papers today has not been a problem.  Two wash loads were done but by sons 2 and 3, under my direction, son #1 having gone out to meet his young lady for the day.   Son #2 left at lunchtime for a barbecue to celebrate a friend's birthday, at which he'd be joined by son #1 at some point later in the evening. I watched a couple of documentaries on key themes that have shaped the novel: today I watched the one on women and the one on race, saving the third for tomorrow. Both documentaries were interesting but pitched at quite a high-level, I guess you have the choice of going wide or deep when you have an hour, and these chose wide in order to span the past and near present. Tantalising rather than all-consuming. I also found time to read the book club novel and also 'The Cockroach...