Life here at the Manor tends to follow a pattern.

I drift through the day, doing various bits and bobs and even grabbing the odd doze. It’s quiet. That’s the way I like it.

But life is fucking chaos at the moment.

Yesterday the painters arrived to do the kitchen, and do the kitchen they did. Everything was covered in paint – all the cupboard doors which included the fridge and freezer. So last night I spent my time getting stuck to the knobs every time I wanted something. And then of course I would touch something else and would have to clean off the trail of fingerprints I had left.

This morning they came back again. Everything they had painted that was nearly dry, they painted again. Once more I can’t touch anything without getting stuck to it. Then the nurse arrived in the middle of it all. And the groceries are due any minute. And Daughter wanted me to pick up Grandson the Younger from school. I had to renegue on the last unfortunately.

Now the painters want a website. Each. Two websites. Could I set them up?

No problem. Except that in payment they want to paint the house. All of it. Outside walls, garage door, fine.

But they want to do the walls inside too.

I won’t be able to move without sticking to something.