Monday and I wake quite chipper after my early night. A quick check of my cyber messages and litter followed by taking my vitals. I get up to make breakfast, pop in my Monday washing load and then begins my wrestle with technology and power cords. I had settled to read when my partner reports a problem with the office extension cord. I swap things around and get to a workable solution but the external speakers of the main system remain a problem. With that done I listen to some Tim Minchin to lift me again but I do not want to interfere with my partner working on line in the office. I decide to my ear buds so I try to pair them with my laptop. will they pair will they buggery. I spend ages trying to get them to work. I fail, so I try to pair again with my phone, which just doubled my frustration. My partner provides cheese on toast for lunch while I continue with my techno wrestle. In the end I manage it but I’m in a real bate by this time, so I say fuck it and go upstairs with my book tucked under my arm.

I settle down on the bed and start to read my book and there I stay. I friend rings on her birthday and it is lovely to be able to wish her a happy birthday, We chat about how she has celebrated and the quirkiness of what needs to be done this day before some celebratory evening time. Its really good to catch up and its a shame I had to forego going to York to be able to wish her happy birthday in person. I return to my book and I keep reading to the early evening until I finish my book. It’s a thought provoking book and one I will will send to people who like their relationship with books, and might occasionally hear things talk to them.

Evening arrives and with time to gather up my dried washing and eat tea, Then follows quiz night on TV or as I like to think of it, “know your own ignorance night”. But I m already eyeing my next book given to me by my book gifting friend.

I watch the clever people being clever as I draft the blog and await the Tesco order to be delivered. I wait and wait. Then I wait some more. I ring the support line and press all the right buttons and get to talk to a helpful girl who puts me on hold to talk to the driver. I get cut off. I do the whole thing again and get through to a helpful bloke who rings the shop manager while I am on hold. When he returns apparently there has been a problem with the vans and he will rearrange the delivery for tomorrow morning and give me a ten pound voucher. God knows what the truth is, I doubt I will ever know, but as long as the order turns up tomorrow morning life will be tickety boo. There is some more TV and reading before I down my chemo meds for the night and take myself to an early bed again. Tomorrow I must grit my techno teeth and try and sort out the external speakers on the house computer system. I foresee frustration, but in a good cause. Whether Tesco turns up or not could of course be another frustration. The day started so well and went down hill fairly quickly.