Today I must….
Ring the physio about my arm. And back. And knee.
Ring Davide about when he can come and chop the trees back
Ring CPAM (Welfare system – again) about where my carte vitale is
Go to the DVLC online and ask where the original of my V5 is
Ring Bertrand in Paris and apologise for being a crap mate
Ring John in Wales ” ” ” ” ” ” ”
Ring John in London see above
Get the fosse septique specs from Marcus
Ring Thomas about the door lock
Ring the removal company and ask – again – where my fire loss cheque is
Send the money transfer to Poland
Ring the plumber’s solicitor and tell him to fuck off
Go to my solicitor and sign the house buyout papers
Recharge the tractor mower’s flat battery
Clear out the local technique and mend the pool cover
Do some food shopping, cleaning, cooking and hang the washing out
Bring more wood up for the fire
Find a girlfriend who isn’t mad, a dope-head, a Leninspart, a feminist or obsessed with child abuse
Start the novel
Get a life.
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