Friday, my first day into my fourth quarter of a century and I am alarmed awake by Alexa at 8 o’clock. Its a slow rise with vitals being done a coffee drunk and morning meds taken. We prepare to leave the apartment when the housekeeper arrives to give us our half way spruce up. We exchange niceties and then get on with our mission. Next door pub/B and B does breakfast till 11;30 so we pop next door and get one of their outdoor shelters and order breakfast via the scan code. Almost immediately the drinks appear and not long afterward the food arrives. Its not Cordon Bleu but hey we did not have to cook it and we can sit in the sunshine and eat while chatting and watching other people and their dog/children.
Breakfast done we return with some shopping to the apartment to find a fresh bed and clean towels. The shopping gets squirrelled and I do the crosswords while my partner continues with her secret knitting project. By mutual consent the time for the beach walk comes around so I don my boat shoes and we head beach ward. Todays the day I get my feet in the sea and it is cold, very cold, the sort of cold that leads me to utter “Fuck that’s cold” numerous times until I acclimatise to it a bit. My partner and I walk the beach for over an hour mostly with our feet in the waves, its hot sunshine and the sea breeze is strong. By the time get back to the slipway I’m knackered and want the comfort of the apartment. The beef curry I had last night as my birthday treat is wreaking its revenge. In retrospect should have dunked my bum in the sea.
There is a period of lazing and reading until I work up the energy to actual do a work out. I pick a David Lloyd 33 minute Blaze workout, intermediate level that includes some boxercise. I must have looked ridiculous as I tried to get my body to do things it has just forgotten how to do and is no longer capable of anyway. I’ve discovered “jumping” is not something my body does anymore, at least not in the confines of a small bedroom, but I suspect anywhere. Anyway I sweat through an embarrassing 33 minutes and get to the end, earning just short of the 100 PAI points I need to live longer. I strip and do my vitals and then ready myself for tea. A light affair of salmon and salad. After a post tea negotiation in which it is clear that if I want an ice cream I am going to have to shift my arse and and accompany my partner to the ice cream van, we both go to the van, We sit with our 99s on the “village green” and enjoy them as we watch the “green folk” devour a range of goodies or smoke and chat before going off to whatever night life Westward Ho! has to offer. I and my partner do a quick shop and head back to the apartment for tea and beer. I draft the blog and then it is a TV series We Hunt. I am hoping that my exercise helps me sleep to night and holds at bay the drug side effects. Its been a good day generally, unfortunately we appear to be losing the sun tomorrow, so it might be time to write the postcards.
