Sunday on holiday means I cannot weigh myself. Good in one sense but probably not so good in the longer term as I munch my way through a cream tea for lunch. My day started with doing my vitals and making tea for my partner. A sensible breakfast with morning meds followed and then we went shopping for tonight’s meal. The local vintage car club had lined its cars up on the sea front as an attraction. I could not resist a photo of me with one that is the same age as me to the month.

My partner and I shopped and returned to the apartment to stow food, play the new card game we are learning and then to indulge in another cream tea lunch. We go for our first seaside walk along the burrows behind the pebble ridge that runs the length of the beach. It is a tentative first expedition of the holiday to get the body used to the idea that it is going to be walking for a couple of weeks. On returning to the apartment my intention was to read, or at least try to get myself reading again but I napped. In fact I fell fast asleep and did not wake until gone five o’clock. I woke disorientated and watch athletics on TV. By the time tea was ready I had recovered a little but still had no spoons to do anything other than watch Crime and finally take my meds and drat the blog. So the holiday is underway, so far a breezy, cloudy affair, which I am adapting to. My lack of reading bothers me but I shall work on that. I shall also find a way of doing some exercise to keep the drug side effects at bay. Of course there are always postcards to be written.