Saturday and it is potentially a busy day and it turned out to be so. After a toast breakfast and my morning meds I go back to getting my car sorted out. I hook the battery up to charge it for a couple of hours while I sort out what I am going to take to the poetry stanza. Before I can drive into town I take the car to the local garage to check the tyres. My warning lights on my dashboard are still on by the time I park up back home. When I leave for the journey into town the warning lights have magically disappeared. So all is good with the car at last.

At the poetry stanza, at which there are only seven of us, I am taken aback when one of the group produces a copy of the Cancer Years: So Far and asked if I would sign it for her because she had never known anyone before who had published a book. It was such an out of the blue experience I was not sure what to do for a moment and then of course I signed it. The meeting went well and again I was surprised when another of the group asked if I had a copy of the book I could sell her. As it happened I did, so we did business. I drove home in profit and having had a good reception for my poem this month.

Its a fish and chip Saturday so its a walk over to the chippy and then an evening of Rom Com film. It was one with Emma Thomson in it which elevated it. Football highlights and night meds later I have time to draft a brief blog before taking myself of to bed. It feels like this has been the first “normal” day I have had for along time, I hope I do not pay for it tomorrow.