Friday starts in a strange bed, double duveted and vey snug. Its been a reasonable night with my usual interruptions. My partner goes off to spend some bonding time with youngest daughter and grandson. I do my usual cyber checks and take my morning meds before getting myself a new coffee and sitting in the lounge with my trusty laptop. I am joined by the rest of the family where we plan the day and enjoy playing videos of babies laughing to the young grandson much to his bemusement.

After bacon sandwiches and some slow time we all go off to a centre in the forest and go for a walk having wrestled the equivalent of an all terrain buggy into the boot of the car. When we arrive we are dismayed to see a huge contingent of school folk on their half term treat to the woods, but they soon disperse. Our walk is short, vey short as we all experience the up hill climb as being beyond our desires for a drink and a muffin. So we return to the café and settle down to our treats. The young grand son is by degrees not impressed and yawny and is clear in his communication of the fact.

We sit for a long time people watching and comparing buggies and of course babies. Ours was by far the best. With the drinks and cakes gone, as were most of the people we head for home. While dinner is being cooked I sneak off to read and nap before the evening meal. The evening meal is taken and after I clear away and wash up, I felt it was he least I could do having slept a bit during its preparation. So at 8 o’clock as young grandson goes off to bed I sit and watch England beat Argentina in the third place play of the world rugby cup. By now I know I am running out of spoons and draft the blog before taking my night meds and getting yet another early night. It must the fresh air of the forest that is making me tired or just being in another environment away from home. Either way I retreat to the ocean of night and look to sleep.