My gas engineer last week was tatooed, wore knee length camouflage shorts, doc martens, had a topknot...and was incredibly polite and efficient. His name was Olly.
He's nearly sorted it, good man. There was an overflow in my cold water tank causing puddles on the floor. He's replacing the broken whatchamacallit that was causing the problem! His name's Bob and he's quite dishy, but doesn't have a top knot.
OK:
Woke up. Had a 'Triple S'. Walked dog. Went to work. Chicken soup for lunch. Walked dog. Went home. Walked dog. Made tea. Had bottle of red wine. Bed.
Went to the beach with friends and had tea and sausage sandwich. Went to screwfix and saw an old acquaintance who looked a lot older. Heated a pre made cottage pie for dinner. Watched Mortimer and Whitehouse go fishing. A gentle relaxing program. Goodnight Vienna.