So I'm working from home now. Got up this morning and came over with a panic attack thinking I was late for work. Then a voice in my head said I was already there - phew.

So I got up, had a coffee, checked emails and spent a couple of hours editing the Fourth Reich.

Picked the wife up from work at 12 then headed to the garage. Now as you know I have this as my workshop but there's a big red button on the wall. When I press it the whole room moves downward. I headed...

...to my garage.

My cunning plan to free up more writing time has come to fruition. I'm refurbishing and making shabby chic tables and chairs in my spacious 3-car garage with associated utility room and state of the art finishing shed.

It's all been fitted out with a cabinetmakers benches storage etc and the first few table sets have come off the production line.

I now spend the first 3 hours of the day writing and then do my woodwork, with coffee...

Okay so I spat my dummy out a month ago and apparently it was spotted by astronauts at the International Space Station.

The wife says I was menstrual which according to my mother, it runs in the family. The male Compton’s, allegedly, have an occurrence like this every 54 years.

So, it’s a medical fact. Phew I thought I was nuts.

I remember once taking the micky out of someone who did the same and thinking what a silly billy. I would never do that!...

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I say this as I know for a fact a few people here are powered by micro-engineering, complex software and robo-chocolate.

Why didn't someone tell me that, my once lovely kids...

Sucked into a menage of memories from the past.

Son - "Hello daddy, have you had a busy day today?"

Daughter, " Dad can we watch a Star Trek video tonight?"

Reverberates around my mind, then suddenly, without notice, they turn into monsters at the age of 26 and 24.

I am seriously considering chucking myself of Blyth Piers. The only thing that's...