I am not a number

Thanks to our flex time system I was able to take today off - so instead of prising myself out of bed at 6.25 I didn’t have to get up until I woke up to a fine clear morning at 8.10.

As always on a day off there’s an urge to sort out all sorts of things that I never have time for during the week and can’t be bothered with on a weekend. As usual it began badly – for reasons best known to it the PC crashed - and so it takes an hour to check e-mail and get it working rather than ten minutes.

Ten o’clock and I’m on my way to the exhaust centre to see about the noise it seems to be making. I’ve forgotten the receipt from when they put it on – July last year – but as it turns out to be a loose flange they tighten it up for free and the day is looking a lot better. Take down the roof and cruise back home.

Out with the bicycle and off to town for organic wholemeal bread. I’m not someone who fetishes about organic stuff or is paranoid about GMs – but having discovered organic bread tastes so much better then it’s worth it. Looked at all the nice stuff in John Lewis – how good would my place look if I bought “one of those” – but then what’s the point as I going away?

Lunch is sausage, bacon, eggs, mushrooms and tomatoes. So I’m overweight and this isn’t healthy. But then I’m supposed to be going somewhere where vegetarianism is the norm – so best build up before I go.

After that it’s relax and finish a book of the writings on cricket of J F Kilburn of the Yorkshire Post. Makes you wonder what he’d have made of the business circus we have today.

So evening comes – there’s nothing good on TV – so it’s another episode from the DVD collection of “The Prisoner”.

I am not a number – I am a free man.

Maybe...................