No.92, Sunday, 8th. March 2026

After a highly unusual day of watching films I suspect I will want to get on with some work today. The minor furniture change I made yesterday does not really work, although one of the outcomes – sleeping on the other side of the bed – seems to be fine. I will today remove the heavy and quite sizeable bedside table and hope that someone will take it, and its companion languishing in the shed, off my hands.

However, I will need a small side table beside the bed, for my glasses, phone charger and light switch. I will figure something out. I could, of course, simply remove the occasional chair, which I use mainly to pile up bedding in the morning rather than for its more usual purpose. Except that there is nowhere for it to go.

Everyday and seemingly dull activities such as these do not, on the face of it, seem worthy of a diary entry. However, on the off-chance that someone might be reading this in 100 years time, entries such as these may help to illuminate aspects of everyday life that have faded into obscurity. For ordinary people in 2026 life was not an endless string of nights out, holidays abroad, road trips, birthday parties and weddings.

What often piques my interest from my own diaries of 50 years ago is the mundane. How much I paid for a pint of beer or milk, the trials of using coin-op laundries, missing the last bus home – and did I really play Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep at discos!