Yuck

Stressed. Up at seven and soon at work on the website, and all going well. Then an hour's interlude at eleven as the drain clearance man came. Thank God he was able to clear the drain, but only after some protracted work, and the opening of a manhole cover which revealed a disgusting reservoir of fetid corruption just feet away from my kitchen. Thankfully now all drained away. But the visit necessitated me running about filling baths with water and lifting flagstones, not to mention having conversations about drains. I find I am going to have a man come in to send a camera down into the drain to see what the long term trouble is. Perhaps he will spot the money I have thrown down there.

Or my career. For shortly after noon, was called by a new colleague at my old agency. They failed to send me all the information on Friday but sent it instead this afternoon. After looking at until it was evening, I realise it needs a specialist medical writer, which I am not. This puts me in a very tricky position as their deadlines are imminent.

Managed to go to the gym and Frasiered later this evening. The twin hulls of the good ship sanity, as Frasier might say. Spoke to Anton briefly, and to Lorraine. During the day Toby sent me a photo of his local Creama Cafe, which made me think of happy times there and briefly lifting my nose from the grindstone and the sewage.

Below some Canadians in Toby's cheery local cafe in Toronto.