Saturday and after a late night listening to Anthony Joshua win his bout in the middle east I wake up relatively early and surprisingly fresh. My partner has brought warm drinks back to bed so we sit and chat. We talk about what she can do with the week she has taken off. After some discussion we decide that something we can do together is a SPA break. It means I do not have to walk anywhere and can spend my days on a lounger reading or writing while she has has a lot of “pampering” things. Once we decide that this is doable I go on line and find a deal at our local Spa and surprisingly there is a space when we want to go. It is an extravagance but we both need to get out somehow and this seems the best and manageable way at the moment. With the break booked I of course need to have new “dazzers” that will fit my enlarged frame comfortably. I quickly find some that means I get 20% off for mothering Sunday. They are now winging their way to me. With so much achieved I get up and have breakfast with my partner and then perform my fortnightly ritual of filling the drugs wallets after which I putter around clearing the kitchen and putting the recycling out. That little burst of activity has tired me so I head for the sofa and start the blog.

My partner goes to meet a friend for lunch and I settle down for an afternoon of football and rugby. It provides me with a way of resting and something to focus on while I rest. The games come and go until my partner returns and we watch the final rugby match together. I make my tea and return to watching TV and under Under the Banner of Heaven, a strange choice for me, but it is supposed to be based on a true crime. It is however difficult to maintain concentration on it for two reasons. Firstly the continuous interruption of adverts. I am convinced there is more advertising than actual programme. Secondly the disturbing fact that as its based on a real case and its circumstances that the world contains such stupid and destructive religionists. Of course my attention wanders and I return to the blog while the tediously slow TV unwinds. Its unmitigated bigotry and offensive misogyny grinds on, but there is a thread of psychology that runs through it. It makes me realise just how similar large sections of the American population are with the other religionists of the current middle east chaos.

I give up as I tire and need sleep. I take my night meds and go to bed to read until sleep overtakes me.