So....up, and go to fix the tyre on the road bike. t turns out to be the tyre itself, the sidewall has gone. So, back to the tourer, load all five bags on and do the supermarket run while I still have money in the bank for food.
And the landlord has put up the rent.
Dither over whether to buy mushrooms....and don't, for some odd reason. Pay, load up, ride back and put everything away. As put my bike away, I realise my little bed of Agaricus campestris has fruited. I have, instead of supermarket A bisporus mushrooms, eight new, fresh wild ones. Result!
Put everything away,load the freezer, put on some Kath Tickell music, start to write the next chapter, and the power fals. Play my mandolin for a while and just as the power comes back I break a string, which slices my thumb. Manage, with dressed and bulky right thumb, to restring and tune, and the power goes out. Just as I am about to start playing from a tune book, it comes back, in time for me to play along to "Stool of Repentance"

Does the day have bipolar disorder or something?