Thursday and I wake up determined to rest today and to get some energy back. I go through my getting up rituals, including taking my vitals. As usual my arithmetic is good. I amuse myself by watching some Mock the Week. Finally I get up and clear the kitchen before I make breakfast and think about what I am going to do for the day. I pack my mobile office back pack and head for the Shed. Its been a while since I did this and I am soon lighting the candles and setting up my laptop and new microphone.

I have decided to try and catch up with my correspondence by making video letters as my new microphone produces really good sound. I have just finished one video when my partner comes to the Shed for a chat and to see if I want lunch. So after a quick sandwich I return to the Shed to record the second video letter. My idea is to get more information into a video letter to catch up in news and ideas while I am still more sedentary than I would like. By mid afternoon I feel I have done enough and finish putting the USB sticks into envelopes ready to post. With that done I lock up the Shed and return to the house.

Its a leisurely walk over to the post office to send my video letters on their way. I pickup a paper and return home to do the crosswords. Once again I whip through the crosswords so my brain appears to be working reasonably well. There is an early evening European football match on which I choose to watch while I eat tea. The match goes into extra time and then into a penalty shoot out with the English team finally getting the result. By the time it ends my partner has finished her singing lesson and I am ready to start drafting todays blog. I am all footballed out so hand the magic stick to my partner.

During the afternoon the rest of my books are delivered along with some new pairs of reading glasses. I am still processing all the thoughts and feelings I have gathered from the experience of publishing my two slim volumes of verse. I would still like to find an English publisher rather than be reliant on the Americans but the Americans have produced the goods and I know what to expect with them. There is also something about having an editor which would improve the work a bit but I am not sure exactly what I want from them. Anyway of the next few weeks I intend to prepare another couple of collections, when that it is done I will decide whether to go back to the Americans or not.

So the evening comes to an end and I take my evening meds and resist the temptation to take any more co-codamol. Its almost the end of another week and it will soon be time for the garden scape folk to arrive and widen the drive and rebuild the patio. I am hoping that future Roland will be pleased with today Roland as I sit on the new patio in the sunshine and plan phase two and tend to the garden.