12th October. Past-Life Experience.

You know, once I'd finally got out of bed, had a cup of tea, manhandled the shocking pink suitcases out of the van, gone to buy peanuts for the birds, put the ladders on the roof rack, hitched up the trailer, collected all the necessary tools together, microwaved the porridge, made my sandwiches, put a washing on, it would have been nice to call it a day...

Of course Mrs R.S. would be waiting at the living room window, as today was finally the day that "the man would be there to make a start" removing one stove, fitting another, climbing about on the roof and generally making a mess . The nature of the work does involve some creation of rubble, which is only normal.

As the room filled with dust, knowing what to do came easily, almost without thinking, as if I'd done this exact same job in a past life... However the physical experience proved quite different as if I was in the wrong body. This is because my real job is eating out at reataurants.

Mrs R.S. presented me with a Polish sausage at 4.30pm to take home, which was apparently surplus. By coincidence Polish was the one restaurant we were supposed to visit but didn't, in Montreal.