Wednesday and I wake early so read more of Flowers for Algernon. I always wondered about Algernon and what his story was. There is a bit in the book where Charlie (the hero) sets the mouse free at a conference. In the ensuing mayhem Charlie finds the mouse in the ladies cloakroom perched on a washbasin looking at himself. Now there is a story in that one moment. I get up and have breakfast and then my partner drives me to the garage to collect my newly MOT’d car. It has also had a new anti-roll bar linkage arm put in. So it was a more expensive MOT than I had planned for but it was not a severe shock. It has dented my planned new ring fund, but I’ll get there in the end.
On returning home I cleared the kitchen and prepared for my 11 o’clock zoom meeting of the Elders. Right on time I logged in and joined the meeting .There are techno problems especially for the new member of the group. The persons name comes up and I can hear them but not see them. The name is unfamiliar but the voice is not. Not until video comes on line do I realise that I know this person but by a different name. So there is story in there as well but there is no time to explore it. The group discuss its recent meeting with people from the Ukraine, its contribution to a conference and a book project. One or two people fall away before the end. Its lunchtime so I settle down to a dish of soup and watch an episode of Lucifer. It was either that or choice of day time TV which included Loose Women and a dreadful bric-a-brac show. By the time Lucifer was through another episode I was ready to go to the gym to swim. On the way I filled the car, still a shock to the lower half of the wallet, and then checked the tyres.
So long since I swam and lowering myself into the pool was interesting, but once in I swam. My body was a bit taken by surprise having had its arse firmly parked on a rowing machine lately but it adapted quickly and the pixies soon had the right levers pulled so enable me to crawl and straight leg breast stroke a few lengths. I spent some time playing sea creature by floating about a bit and then had a few lengths walking up and down. I also did a few repetitions of holding my breath under water just to see what my lung capacity was like. The results were not encouraging but will get better with practice. Ten minutes in the steam room and then I was ready to shower. Always a tricky time now, the men’s changing room. With long flowing white hair and a pair of adolescent tits courtesy of the cancer killing hormone suppression treatment I have anxieties about be identified of one of the those new fangled women with cocks. So I tend to get changed quicker than I used to and head off home not stopping for coffee.
Once home I hang out my towels and togs to dry and then settle down to draft the blog. My partner and I are meeting friends to eat tonight. We have managed to book a table on this glorious sunny day for the establishments “Pie and Pizza Night”. I guess a Caesar Salad might be hard to come by.
