ROCKET BOOSTER DAY 13

Sunday and I wake up late and still sleepy. There is coffee for me, which I am very grateful for. I sit and chat to my partner before we get up for breakfast. There is an attempt to ring our youngest daughter but agree to ring her later. I take my morning meds. I am not feeling brilliant and I wonder if I am feeling the effects of being at the end of my monthly injection cycle.

The drive to the business park where the furniture shop is situated was better than expected. In the store we head straight to the sofa we are interested in, having measured up at home we are clear we have selected the right one. The swatches are there so we check the colour of the covering again. I am not sure what the hesitance is but eventually we hail one of the sales folk who slides effortlessly into his patter about leather care and long term insurance. We are kindly towards him but move him onto the the real business of bottom lines and repayment schedules. It inevitably comes to the reading of the agreement and the exchange of details. In these modern days it is apparently possible to sign on a i-pad, I apply my finger to the pad and with a flourish I give it my best signature. So with the deposit paid and the four years of 0% finance signed up to we leave looking forward to the beginning of May when it will be delivered. This is only the second sofa I have ever bought in my life and it feels an indulgence especially as it is a reclining contraption. Gone the whole hog this time and bought a matching single armchair recliner to go with it. So having done the business we leave and drive to the gym.

When I get to the gym I feel less than well and my nose is running. I decide not to train and nestle down with a large coffee and take an Actifed to dry the tubes. Time passes until my partner returns and we go home to watch the final international rugby match of the weekend. Tea follows as does a call to our youngest daughter. The evening moves onto the the final episode of His Dark Materials and Happy Valley. Emotionally drained I do the football highlights and go to bed knowing that tomorrow is a day of injections and dental intervention. Spoonless and apprehensive about the next day I retreat to bed.

Or perhaps a matching pair.

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