Tuesday, September 14

I find myself working from home alone today and so I do what anyone would do in those circumstances. I decide to wash the windows. Not all of them, because I washed most of them sometime during the summer when the sun dried them in seconds.

I did not wash the kitchen and living room windows then, because that would require moving everything on the window sills or near the windows, and that would require nobody else in the house wanting to use the table or indeed the space where everything that needs moving will move.

I did this earlier and then totally forgot where everything had come from. I ended up putting things back in totally new and unwanted places. I do not make this mistake again. I take about twenty photos of the windows, feeling somewhere between a detective and an estate agent.

Everything works out. Everything goes back into the same place it left. Everything goes back dusted or washed.

By lunchtime I feel as though I have done a good day’s work. I eat cheese and settle down to write.