Fragments

 Today seems to have existed in fragments. I was up just before seven, and read the news while consuming my first coffee. I had a quiet hour before Diane stirred, and I fired up the kettle for her life-affirming cup of tea. After a shower, I prepared breakfast and got ready for my call with the cousins.

The call followed the usual course, most easily mapped by a bowl of spaghetti dropped on the floor from a great height and then agitated by a kitten with ADHD. What did become evident was that Tim appreciated my write-ups and videos of our trips. He regards me as his travel advisor. This became an issue when he spoke of a trip to Madeira. After the call, I extracted a travelogue of our 2018 trip to Madeira and set it to him. I then started to develop a video of the trip. 

Time overtook me. I had to go to Zoe's, help her shift some stuff around the house, and then take her to work. I left her in the capable hands of her manager, who swore she would not leave the office and would not walk the aisles.

I returned home and realised that the video of Madeira was pointless. I had already made this video. I sent the original video to Tim and deleted the version I had started earlier. This did get me thinking, however, so I took some time to develop a video of our trip to Jersey.

Di had spent much of the day in the garden. She had been tidying up and chatting with passing neighbours. When she had finished, we settled in the Orangery for some Kindle time before dinner.