My bar stool has arrived and I’m really pleased with it. Can’t use it at the moment, though as I’m painting the kitchen window and all the work surfaces are covered in clutter. I like my tea really strong and have started to keep my tea bag in the mug because I’m too lazy to go back into the kitchen to get it. However, I’ve twice now left the mug lying around and my scavenger of a whippet has ate the tea bag. The first time it was decaf so not too dangerous, but the second time it was normal tea and dangerous. Plus the risk of blockage from the bag itself. The first time was an accident: the second time I was furious with myself because I should have learned my lesson. That’s why I need to rethink the way I do things. Since retiring I’ve lived in a very odd way and the pandemic exacerbated it. Becoming even more nocturnal, living in pyjamas and eating at strange times. Going back to diet, I had a salad last night for the first time in ages and I did enjoy it! I throw just about everything into it. I’d like to grow lettuce again: maybe next year. I must buy some cloches to grow it under, though.