Capt SpaceBat

I had made various plans to go out and do various things today; the weather was so foul and - especially - cold that wiser judgement prevailed and - apart from popping around to the corner shop for emergency supplies of cat litter and a TV guide - so I spent most of the day at home.

The past two days had been so eventful that a bit of a breather was required.  This is also important as, whilst each day must be victorious, one should rest up when needed and take stock in order to be fresh for the battles ahead.  Tomorrow is set for low-level physical exertion outside: shopping (favourite day-to-day food-stuffs) and a visit to the allotment to check on things and to hang some feeders for the wild birds to eat rather than our broad beans, which may already be worthy of Clarence Frank Birdseye II.

Monday is due to be fairly busy, starting with a telephone call to Her Majesty’s Revenue and Customs (formerly the “Inland Revenue”) to sort out some taxing matters, followed by a visit to one of the many local flooring companies that are having swingeing price cuts to buy some blue mosaic vinyl for the wet room.  All this generally to improve our lot, as well as to become more confident about interaction with “perceived figures of authority.”  Which of the two is to prove the more gruelling- taxation authority by phone or guardian of the patterned flooring in person - will be of interest and reported on in due course.