Seeing as I was in Roscommon town for an ENT appointment, I ordered in my own weight in Indian food to accompany me home. Stuffed now.

The weather can go cloud itself.

Nailed my passport photo.

Received a delivery of bark mulch and ended up having a 20 minute conversation about UFOs.

Our dishwasher broke and flooded the place a few days after the commencement of the first lockdown. We have just managed to get a new fully functioning dishwasher fitted.

A successful beard trim. My moustache looks particularly perky.

Painting a room. Something anyone can do, or get a ‘proper person’ in? I’m clumsy, I’m impatient and despite giving the impression of being utterly manly, I’m generally bad at stuff like this.

One of the most enjoyable aspects of having a dog is aiming passive aggressive asides when one’s significant other is just within earshot. ‘Oh, the recycling is overflowing again - I suppose it’ll be left to muggins here to empty it all out.’

It’s great having my son home from university. The conversations we have!

Treated myself to some Nanoleaf lightstrips, but they don’t have the U.K./Irish plug with it. Because I’m in the E.U. and that’s the store I was forwarded to, it’s an E.U. plug I get. Not the case with the Shapes order I already received. Seems utterly stupid.

Procrastination is incredibly time-consuming.

Had a manly morning buying windscreen wipers and then washing my car. I hate stereotypically ’male’ spaces, particularly when it has to do with cars as I generally feel totally out of my depth and awkward. So well done, Benji.

Still decluttering. I have a Kilner jar problem, even though I haven’t bought one for years. One is never fully recovered, the urge lies there dormant.

Turns out IKEA isn’t the place to head for relaxing ‘me’ time.

I’m a dog person, but just made friends with a lovely ginger cat at the garden centre.

Does anyone subscribe to MasterClass? Is it worth the money?

Twenty-two years married today.

We’re getting the kitchen cupboards repainted and everything is in boxes. I can’t find the marmite, nor the peanut rayu, so I’ve just had plain toast like a common guttersnipe.

Kind of tempted to box it all up, stick it in the attic and leave it to future me to sort out.