OK – it’s official. I am a dullard drone with no life other than work. Today I have:
Pulled four bales of loft insulation out of our loft, took them a couple of miles down the road, lugged them into the loft of another house, later lugged two of the four back home and back into our loft. I’ve ceramic tiled a floor. I’ve done a dump run, getting rid of forty-year-old junk from the loft. I am so angry that despite house contracts having clauses in them saying you must get rid of your old rubbish before moving out, we seem to be the only people on the planet who actually abide by the legalities.

So, resistance is futile. I must simply accept that I am a robot.