Wednesday and I wake early and have a gut sore from my injection. My partner brings me coffee and I lay in bed reading Wintersmith until 9 o’clock. I am strangely pleased to find a character called Roland in the book. A prince in fact, that seems apt. I get up have breakfast and set about some life admin. I organise paying the house insurance monthly rather than as a nasty lump sum. The process goes smoothly and I am pleased to get it done. I move on to the outside garden world where the birds have emptied the bird feeders. I refill the feeders and then check the squirrel feeder. The little beasts have completely demolished the clear plastic front of the feeder. I set about making another one from a spare bit of plastic. The job goes well and I am able to fit a new panel in a relatively short time. I am joined by an inquisitive Robin as I do the work. I retreat to the house to put away my tools and start to do other jobs, but I note the squirrel is soon at the feeder and looking bemused. It can see the peanuts but cannot get to them. All it has to do is lift the lid to get to the nuts, a thing I have seen it do in the past. This squirrel clearly has memory problems in the cold as it fails to lift the lid and just wanders off. With an attitude like that this is one squirrel that will not pass the “fittest to survive” test. I do however order more food for it to be delivered tomorrow, so I hope the squirrel remembers to lift the lid or the birds in the garden will get winter fat on squirrel food.

I have lunch with my partner and wave her off to her mothers for the weekly visit and I settle down to update the Tesco order before taking a walk to the shop for bread and then I will be ready to get into the garage to train for the day. I was impressed with the new bus shelter that is being erected outside by our drive. I’m not sure how long it will last in these days of adversity.

I of course dallied over the cross word and pitcherwits which delayed me getting to the garage. My other diversion was to print out the poems for Saturdays Stanza meeting. It is a real pleasure to receive brand new poems and to see what people are writing at the moment. I finally get to the garage but when I get there it is 4 degrees, a whole degree above yesterday. I decide to do 45 minutes at my cruise level and set off hoping for a smooth session.

Back in the lounge I find my eldest and my partner doing things with ISAs on their phones. I change into my all in one blanket and record my session before bringing the blog up to date. Tea is being created and I settle into my football watching zombie mode as I prepare for the Morocco versus France semi final. Once that is out of the way I shall return to watching the Vienna Blood new series and finally I shall retire to bed with Wintersmith. I have not been out for a while tomorrow I need to make the effort.