Saturday. I waited up till gone midnight last night waiting for my blood results. They did not get posted so I went to bed. I woke this morning to a cup of coffee and immediately look for my blood results, still not posted. My partner goes to the hairdresser, my daughter goes to the gym, I eat breakfast on the patio while my washing gets done. I read, I do puzzles, I hang my washing out on the line, I re-tighten the toilet seat, you can see how desperate I am. In the end I start to draft the blog and think about training and spending the afternoon in the Shed. Still no blood results, I guess there will not be now till midnight at the earliest.

In the end I watch two tennis finals, go shopping at the garden centre and return to an evening of two films and Paul McCartney at Glastonbury. I do find time to feed the hedgehog and check to see if my blood results have been posted. They are still not available. The kitchen will be cleared and I will do the post midnight check of the test results before I go to bed. All this is working my way towards Monday when I shall start my new regime of eating a more sensible diet and continuing my training sessions. The adjustment to being re-retired is taking time and has been tricky given how I have responded to this months injection.