Electrician

So a message appears on the phone from the landlord's electrician, "I need to do remedial work, Monday or Wednesday."

"OK, better makes that Monday."

"OK."

He deliberately did not say what 'remedial work.' and I was not going to ask, so I could sleep without worrying.  He came today and began replacing the main frame, taking two hours, and replacing plugs which have to be lifted high these days.  

I escaped to Sainsburys for Easter Eggs, and real eggs.  

The real eggs have more health than the palm oil ones.

I hobbled around the corner in no hurry to go home, and bought Amazon Cards for the many birthdays that are on the horizon.  I also tried the new butcher, who may be gay, for sausages, and will find out if they are worth pursuing or not.  The old butcher could not cope with the rates and meat prices, I wonder how this lot can?  

Back home the place is confused, but the lights now work, and once he finished, bar the bit he could not do today as my desk and a ton of stuff are in the way, cleaned up after him, and raced off to another job I sat down to eat.  

My routine has gone, I have no idea what to do now.

The routine is important, without that everything gets forgotten and lunch is late, or missed again, and the 'To Do' list is also half finished.  Where would we be without daily routine?  Once they finish working many men are lost without the daily struggle for work.  Wives kick them out to avoid their routine being disturbed, and some die without the routine to follow or the purpose and friendship of work.  

Not me.

I'm still here.

My usual routine begins with checking if I am still alive, scanning the laptop to find out what day, month and time it is.  Then breakfast, pray, and go back to bed.  I'm not sure what happens after that.

Tomorrow's routine includes returning things back to their place, and going back to bed, but not in that order.

Some people worry about war in the Middle East, I worry about shifting things.  That's much more normal today.