Sunday I wake up after a night of Hematuria which abated by the morning. It was probably the prolonged standing the evening before that triggered but having drunk a lot of water during the night I woke to find myself clear of it. A hot water to wake me up in bed and I was ready to go to breakfast. The hotel is is an impressive place and maintains a a subdued ambience to reflect the historical nature of the place, although so new new bits have clearly been built onto the old Abbey complex to make it a viable hotel and events venue. All owned by Coventry council, so they have found themselves a nice little earner.
Breakfast was taken in the conservatory, all iron and glass. You would think that this impressive looking hotel would do a good breakfast but alas it was average. Its sausages skinny and tasteless, its fried eggs inedible, scrambled egg runny and is muesli a very much do it yourself job. I think I am to some degree a snob as the previous evening I had noted the lack of Armagnac on the drinks menu. However the food was welcome as was the quick acknowledgement from the couple we met on table 7 the previous night. The woman apologised if we thought her to be unchatty but she was having trouble with the loud background noise. I immediately breathed a sigh of relief to know I was not the only person that was struggling with it. There was mutual reassurance that we were all in the same boat. After breakfast my partner and I pack, loaded the car and paid the bill before driving home via the local garden centre to pick up food for the evening. Once home I settled on the recliner and opened my Amazon parcel. My two new collections of stories by Italo Calvino had arrived so I am assured of reading material to feed my brain for a while. Of course I’m not sure which to read first but as they are collections of stories I can dip into them at the same time, so I’m looking forward to the adventure of my new books.
Time to catch up on the blog and to unpack before the rugby on TV this afternoon. As it turns out the unpacking doesn’t happen because my Hematuria intervenes and so I resort to co-codamol, which makes me sleepy and not a little spaced out. I watch a rugby match in a distracted but pain free state followed by Sue Perkins discovering Japan. The evening arrives as does tea and then the decision of what to watch on TV tonight.
My evening is pleasingly full of Professor T and offsets my anxieties about how my night will go. In the end I take my night chemo meds and wait a while to see how I feel. I am tempted to take a dose of pain killers to help me through the night. Tomorrow I have a chance to rest and begin to read my new books and try to finish the poem I started to write today.
