I had a day off today. I sashayed all the way through to the dining room for a bit, but the seats were too hard, so I returned to the comfort of the office-studio-living room.
Did a light workout in the morning. I say light, it was pathetic really. But ten press-ups is better than no press-ups, surely.
Daily exercise duly accomplished, I set about replacing all those burnt calories. Having failed to master the Eat-10-Traybakes-in-a-Day Challenge yesterday, I set about it with renewed vigour today, but still failed.
And with that, it was time for lunch.
Yesterday, I boiled the first egg of my egg-boiling career. It didn’t go all that well, but the second one was better.
Today I thought I had nailed both of them, until some tell-tale egg-white leakage betrayed the fact that I had cracked the first one with a slightly over-enthusiastic egg-drop.
Given that boiling an egg was one of the culinary feats my dad claimed to have been able to manage (I think heating up a can of baked beans was the other, although I am not sure I ever saw either happen in practice), I am confident that I can master it. I shall press on.
Last night there was a clapping tribute to NHS workers, and people came to their doorways and clapped solidly for a minute or something.
I had no idea this was happening! Did I miss a memo? Can we do it again? NHS legends – forgive me for not taking part – thank you for being amazing (all the time) and incredible just now. We love you.
This afternoon I read the instructions for my new hair clippers and put it on charge in preparation for the Big Hair Event. My next scheduled haircut would have been this coming Tuesday. Not sure I will hold out until then, it’s getting bushy up there.
Under the Guide Comb Function section of the instructions, I read this:
- Determine the hair length of your pet that needs to be shaved.
My sister has bought me dog-hair clippers. Splendid. I’ll keep you posted on how this works out.