CYCLE 3 DAY 8
Despite my fears I slept well last night and woke feeling quite chipper. My mission first thing was to take the Wolf to the garage and get the new aerial fitted for the radio. So downing my drugs I dressed quickly and drove off to my garage and deposited the Wolf. I sauntered of to get a paper and took up residence in the local café. There I sat and had the giant Olympic breakfast and coffee whilst doing the crosswords in the Mail. I awaited a phone call to tell me that the work was done. The garage had not been able to tell me how long it was going to take as they admitted they had never done one before. So crosswords done I resorted to reading the enemy comic and ordering more coffee and a toasted tea cake. After three hours of waiting I went back to the garage to find the Wolf ready and waiting. It now sports its new aerial and the radio works just fine. No more being trapped by the three CDs in the glove box.
I drive home with the radio blaring just because I could, and retreat to the shed to write letters. I thank my friend for her card and presents, which I have hung in the shed.
They are a lovely thought and supportive. I spend a while writing letters and sipping non alcoholic beer.
Time seems to fly by and I have to remind myself to get to the post box in time for todays post. I pack the shed up and walk down to the post box noting that I am doing quite well on the steps count for the day. On the way back I toy with the idea of a prost8kancerman cook book for blokes like me looking for tasty food or at least stuff that gets over the metallic taste in the mouth. I know a couple of dieticians who might be interested. I will see if this idea lasts with me before I launch into anything else at the moment. Once home I pack for the gym, clamber aboard the Wolf, turn on the radio and set off. The gym was a bit tough tonight. 743 calories burned on the cross trainer, which is normal for me, but it was hard work tonight. The pre training bottle of Pepsi and a banana were not a good idea. I was glad to get on my way home to watch football, puts the bins out and finish off my tumble drying. Then of course there is the blog, which will see me to my bed, tired tonight. I am aware that around me my partner deals with other family issues and work issues, my daughter is juggling work and study. It seems to me that we are all tired. Tomorrow I have time to ease some of the chores and take a more measured approach to things that I have to do. I’ve lots of things going on in my head at the moment and recurring themes. I need to let them bubble away for a while and then see what comes out of it all. I keep returning to D H Lawrence’s poem about self pity:
I am not sure why this is with me at the moment, undoubtedly related to my present condition but difficult to define how and why now. I think it is something to do with not allowing self pity to creep in as I have a sense that it then gives others permission to treat you as pitiable, and that is definitely not what I desire.
