amazing days as these

Yesterday was a near-perfect day. When I set out in the morning to my mum's place, thick fog hung heavy over the city. But within five miles of the city limits it had cleared, and a warm, hazy sun was shining.
It was the social worker's visit; yes, at last, after nine months she has reached the top of the waiting list.
Business concluded, my mum and I enjoyed a snack at a nearby cafe.
When I left her I did a strenuous 45 minute walk in the dunes near her house. Wonderfully mild for so early in March.
When I got home I worked on the second draft of my memoirs for two hours.
I then broke off to read forty pages of my book.
In the evening, out with my wife for an Italian.

Today I rose early to complete an arduous training programme on alcohol awareness. It was nearly two hours of concentration later when I finished it. The pressure was on too. I have signed up for a full day intensive on alcohol next week at the Hilton, no less, but I must obtain a score of 75% to qualify! Pressure! I got 82%. Phew!

Later on a crisis brewed up round at my father-in-law's: his lights had gone. We worked out it was one of the antedeluvian fuses, which was then followed a manic dash half way round the city on a fruitless search for 5 amp fuse wire, until we lighted on Maplin's, bless them. Problem solved. Thanks Rob, you're legend!