Yeah. I'm Limiting Myself To One Physical Activity Per Day At The Moment.

In the hope of being able to consistently perform one physical activity per day.

As mentioned, on Sunday (15/9/) the one physical activity was painting that pillar and sorting out the guttering downpipe.

While waiting for the paint to dry enough I decided to assess the corded ceiling lightswitch in the; "Wash House." As in the house specifically built to do laundry*. The cord snapped off over the summer. Now autumn is here it really needs to be sorted out.

In order to do that I first had to decode the fusebox. I suspect what someone has done is put all of the lighting in all of the outbuildings on the same rink, then all of the plugsockets in all of the outbuildings on the same rink. All I know for certain is that only two of the fuses actually seem to do anything.

I decided that while I'm happy replacing the unit I really not happy repairing the machined parts within the unit. As somone who is not so much a certified electrician as someone who trained and certified many other electricians my Father thinks he would be happy repairing the unit. But then he was upset that I didn't leave the live wire dangling from the ceiling of the darkened room.

After putting the guttering downpipe back I then sat up to around 4AM drinking wine. It was Marvellous.

I then coughed myself awake at around 6AM. I really hope it sounds as violent as it feels. I then woke up at around 11AM to discover I was completely useless for the rest of the day. Beyond changing and washing my germ laden sheets.

Today's one physical activity was going to the supermarket. The one by the football stadium.

I really must find the time to check up on that football club's stadium expansion plans. However the supermarket definitely trying to run down that branch ahead of closure.

For a long time its been little things like trolleys not being available, things not being promptly restocked. Recently they've massively expanded the self-service checkouts. A staffed checkout is now only available upon request.

When we last visited (3/9) the request for a staffed checkout was denied. So I was more than happy to get the deaf old person to run two trolleys worth of shopping through the self-service tills. The one nearest the enterance, obviously. Funnily enough this caused so much chaos it ended up with a staff member having to scan every item through the self-service till. From the attitude I assume this staff member will be pleased when he's made redundant.

The trippy bit is that at around 13:00 (GMT) I randomly decided to check my small, pager-like cellphone in the frozen food aisle. It's not as though I experienced any problems to prompt it.

Cleaning the kitchen is now the one physical activity I'm dreaming of being able to complete on Thursday (19/9). It's not as though I'll be rushing off to the gym.

*Whatever do you mean; "Built stuff just because he was bored."