I’m doing spag bol tonight. Too weary to do anything else.

Washing and cleaning this morning, then out to the shops, then home, minor domestic tasks, mowed the back yard, up on the roof to properly orientate and ‘overhaul’ the TV antenna, and the get-up-and-go is just about drained for the day.

Not so much, but yesterday’s writhing about on the floor of a confined and very warm toilet space and close-quarters combat with a toilet bowl is still being felt, too.