Exprimi dei ...

... as they say in Ancient Rome. Which we did today, although it squeezed us back in more than one sense.

Read a hundred pages of my latest book whilst lying in bed with my morning tea. Not an easy read. Moral psychology, including the question of whether it is wrong to have sex with an oven ready chicken from the supermarket before you cook it. No seriously. You heard me right. 

Primed the new garage doors whilst TSM went to the gym. They are quite big. Need to get the paint tomorrow. We agreed coloured stripes, which will require some planning.

Had a really nice catch-up with big brother. He is 72 to my 61 but is still full of energy and ideas. Conversation was cut short by a domestic situation.

Stopcock was leaking. Had to get an emergency plumber out; water under mains pressure is scary. Expensive proposition on a bank holiday but we did get an hour of entertainment as well as a new stopcock. Mr M the Plumber was a non-stop talker who, bizarrely, had lived about six doors away from TSM in North London thirty years ago. Bizarre connection and lots of conversation ensued about greengrocers, pubs and local characters.

Went into the local town centre which was quiet. Bought some expanding foam filler and two packets of broccoli. No connection, unless you know something about cooking broccoli that I don’t. I used the filler to seal some gaps under the eves of the new garage roof. If you’ve never used it, it’s a hoot. Comes out like spray cream then hardens within half an hour. Brilliant stuff. Now up there with magnets and Velcro as one of my favourite things to play with.

One of our locals came over late afternoon to peruse the griddle I was giving away. Hefty bit of kit but he seemed delighted with it. They will use it in the local cricket club.

TSM cooked a lovely BOSH boys supper.

We played kalooki.

Night fell.

We had squeezed the day ... just like the tea towel said ...