Tuesday and it’s a day of surprises. The biggest one is that I appear to have a cold. So I I resort to Actifed and working my way through a to do list interspersed with world cup football. Having had breakfast, I clear the kitchen and watch some football. Bored with the football I prepare a parcel and wrap some presents. Lunch of soup follows, and I put the newly arrived 16.5 Tog duvet on the bed with a little help from my eldest daughter. My next chore is sorting my car out for tomorrow and the trip later in the week. I drive to the garage and fill the tank and then check the tyres. Back home I walk to the cash machine in the village shop and draw cash to see me through the coming week.

I watch football until my partner returns from work and then after a while we eat the meal I put in the crockpot earlier. Another football match follows. I clear the kitchen, move the car back onto the drive so that I can go to the chiropodist tomorrow. I write the blog, a terse version that befits the cold filled day I’ve had. I am hoping that tomorrow sees me recovered and my feet sing with joy as they usually do after they have been pampered. I also need to be focused and clear as I am seeing an old supervision client for a single session to process a specific case. So an early night. I take my meds while watching the final episodes of The English and then go to bed.