Thursday, and I wake to the sound of my partner busy at work in the office downstairs. Its 9 o’clock and I am chilly so its a quick dress and down for breakfast. My usual muesli, fresh coffee and meds to start the day. I check my social media and find an intriguing text from an ex-supervision client asking if I would consider a one-off session to think through a situation. I mull it over and decide that I will do it. Mostly I decide to do it because this person was one of those clinicians who was always willing to go the extra mile for the client and was brave in reflection and taking responsibility. I await dates.

At 11 o’clock my partner and I attend a Zoom funeral of her uncle. It was my first zoom funeral. I go from the funeral to draft the blog but find that the chancellor’s economic statement is going on. It’s a skilful delivery but very Tory. It will no doubt satisfy the markets but the crucial strategy on care for the elderly is stopped and the appearance of money and bigger council taxes are being relied upon. This means that in all probability selling my partners mother’s house will be necessary to provide care for her, which means she will have to go into a care home at some point. I watch the statement and the shadow chancellor’s response, while my partner and I have lunch. There is of course a lot of television discussion afterwards at which point I disengage.

My partner returns to work and I dally over some snooker before I get myself ready to train. Today will be a half hour session at my normal level but done gently. I need to avoid passing blood, so today I intend to be gentle. The logic is in the arithmetic as I clock up less than 6000 metres and less than 400 calories so today was indeed gentle.

I retire to the lounge and record the session and bring my blog up to date, while the snooker rumbles on in the background. I prepare for an evening of nothing very much. I have downloaded the poems that members of the poetry stanza have sent in readiness for Saturdays meeting. I shall read them properly tonight having already glanced over them. There are some unusual presentations in this batch of poems. It is really interesting how the poems vary in style and tone. Already I can see the way poems reflect the poets, which unfortunately highlights my prejudices and stereotypes. There is definitely some poetry that I find syrupy and contrived, but then I guess my “bony” poetry is not favourite with others. So my evening will be a mixture of brain sustenance and episodes of Warrior Nun.