Thursday arrives after a varied nights sleep. My partner brings me coffee which helps to bring me round. I get up and have breakfast and then my day of art starts. I take all my sisters glass art into the garden to sort out and clean. What can be hung goes into the Shed and what cannot is cocooned and stored in the garage along with her stock of glass. This takes me all day and is only interrupted by the odd coffee and sandwich.

By four o’clock I am tired and settle to a coffee, cannoli and a cross word when the garden guy appears. Today is the day the hedge gets done but he needs the high steps which means I am on steadying duty. I move the cars off the drive so he can get a good run at the hedge and then we are at it, he with his hedge trimmers and me making sure the steps stay stable. It goes well and I am served my favourite tea of tuna pasta. The day has yet more art to come. I have just finished tea when the woman who owns the gallery where we bought a new painting arrives with it. We chat and she sizes up the hanging space and advises double raw plugs. She leaves and I gather up my tools and set about putting new raw plugged hooks on the wall. I am surprised at how well it goes. My partner goes off to a room to do her singing lesson and I retrieve the cars. With everything away and sorted its time to hang Hamish Herd’s Sanctity of the Deep on the wall.

I’ve not stopped all day and now with everything in place I stop and draft the blog, already it is 8:30pm and suddenly I am tired, spoonless in fact. As I slow down and get the blog done I remember that tomorrow is injection day and immediately feel bad about not training today. The rest of my evening I will be something mindless as I stare at the new painting and wend my way to night meds and bed, doubtless hoping for solace from the deep.