Friday, I wake early from another nights crap sleep or lack of it. I do a set of vitals, check my messages and mail and then go for breakfast. There is more death admin to do which takes a while. I type up a poem and think about which one, if any, I am going to take to the Poetry Stanza tomorrow. There are three I am considering, they are as follows:

1.
I quit!
Says it all.
I resign
From everything.
No more
Of anything.
No effort
for no act.
I’m done, 
dusted down
to a skeleton,
and then the fucker
interrupts with pain killers.
What’s in it for me?
Peaceful death
is apparently not
an option.
So, 
Grind
Grind
On
and
On.

2.
Too sore for Peaky Blinders a sonnet 
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(Instruction for reading: Add your own commas and full stops. Only comas and full stops everything else is too fancy)

3.
Settle down you’ve seen a pensioner in a suit before.
Maybe not vertical,
more wood encased on a rainy afternoon
with a lot of people looking into a hole
and wishing it was all over.
Except that no matter how hard you try, 
you cannot help thinking,
“Did he leave me anything ? Am I in the will?”
I’m just getting my monies worth out of mine 
before an unsuspecting stranger grabs it 
as a bargain from Sod the Aged.

I hate old people,
Why cannot they all die tragically young?
Why do they hang on till everyone is guilt ridden,
thinking it would be a relief when they go?
Yes yes a couple of you love nanna
but what a pain she is.
How many times has she buried 
her teeth in the garden?

It’s a tricky decision and a decision I am likely to make at the last moment in the morning. I was going to go to the gym but my partner is taking the afternoon off so I head to the garage to do half an hour on the rower. As its only a half hour I put the resistance level up a notch. It is hard work but I get my distance and calorie goals.

Session over I change and record the session and then my partner and I drive to a nearby coffee shop and have lunch and an ice cream. It affords us time to chat, take stock and plan. The sun is out and it is pleasant to have time to reflect. We drive back where my partner relaxes and I get on with the final version of the family tree. The label I had been waiting for have arrived so I transfer the data on to them and put them onto the chart. With all the names in place with what dates I have I begin to draw the lines between the generations. Its tricky stuff and as an amateur I am sure I will have made some technical mistakes. Eventually I get it done, at last a family tree that I can get other family members to fill in their details. It would appear that my maternal grandmother, who was in service, got pregnant and was then taken in by her aunt and husband, which explains why as a child I knew her by two different surnames. Just as I finish the tree its time for pizza on the patio.

I go from pizza to sofa to watch England beat Malta and then catch up with Have I Got News For You. My family go to bed leaving me to draft the blog for the day. I do this with a Few Dollars More playing in the background and my new air collar cooling me.