A day in the life of an axe murderer

Get up, make lunch, eat breakfast. Arrange to buy milk for the CoVid fellow. Inform him I'll be out late at a community supper.

Go to work. Tedious admin and phone calls.

Walk up massive hill to do a home visit to elderly client. Finally locate correct flat. Client is not what I expected. Suspect she has an interesting past. Client reveals that she's rung her surgery to find out who I am. They have not provided a satisfactory answer, so she has become convinced I'm an axe murderer and texted all her friends.
Ask her if she's considered that I am taking a risk in visiting her. After all, she might be an axe murderer too.

Admire client's view and alpaca in field. She tells me that her elderly cat refuses to die. I get her online library account set up, and we request a book. We have an interesting confusion about patchwork vs pathwork, which is possibly a Wicca practice. Discuss the practicalities of setting up such a group. I leave and say I'll be back in a couple of weeks to get her to the library, and a coffee shop, by bus. Like so many people, she's lost the confidence to go out on her own, convinced that the world outside her four walls is no longer navigable.

Walk back to office and can't find correct bus timetable. Printed it yesterday: where has it gone? Wish we had a bathtub, because I've been sitting in the house of a heavy smoker and I feel kippered. Spend the afternoon doing stupid, admin-y timesheets. Boss decides to go back through my timesheets since October, looking for possible errors. I find an error in my favour. We have wasted three and a half hours. I make some calls, then it's time to go out to a nearby village for a community supper.

Travel with fellow axe-murderer. Meet former client at the Hall. She is delighted to see me, we get on well, and nobody mentions weapons once. I am served gluten free food, two courses, and we even get to take the table flowers home. This is a heart warming event: the village community came together over CoVid, and a number of new initiatives have been put in place, to benefit all.

Return home, make some calls, sit down with cat and reflect once again on the strange public perception of my role. I might be well a murderer, maybe everyone would be under certain circumstances, but no, I'd never wield an axe.