Waiting for the gas man.
Bob in the UK so sheet washing and drying and ironing devolve to me. ALL visitors gone! Several empty houses, one of which I have relocated to, so it feels like a holiday.
All garden produce has to be cleaned, chopped, preserved.
So that was yesterday (very first world probs) and today is the gas man.
Was going to persevere with Hobbes, Lock and that lot but found a nice Graham Greene... this is my holiday.
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