Er, yeah...

I worked from home. Indie wouldn't eat her breakfast until I spiced it up with some treats, and then she gobbled them down and was sick in many locations. This was not a good start. 

The house was quiet, because Steve is away. I got very cold sitting still, and remembered that I had a small radiator somewhere. When I looked for it, I updated my memory to reveal that I had given it to a newly-arrived refugee last February. Obviously I didn't know that I'd end up working from home. Note to self: try Home Bargains. 

Had lunch. Worked on. The Water Company left some robot messages to say that our water supply might dry up. I drew off a basin full, and later the robot called to say they'd restored the supply, but it might be brown and air locked! They weren't wrong. I think it's ok now, though. 

After work finished, I spent an hour scrolling stationery stores for the perfect notebooks, then q had to eat a ready meal quickly and go off to poetry class. It's so good! I snapped this picture of a nearby porch in the pitch black on the way there. 

That's the trouble with the bubble: there's only been me, Indie who is ok now, and work. Requests to help people, such as 'Isolated, but doesn't like meeting people. Can you help?' (Another one we find, which is rarely spelled out so bluntly, is 'rich, but doesn't want to spend any money on care)'. In bubble-world,bothibg else exists, and I forget to take photographs.