Friday and I wake up slightly groggy but okay. I do not loiter this morning and get on with doing my vitals. I get going with breakfast before showering and getting ready to do some life admin. When my partner returns from a lunchtime visit to get a massage we go off to the local coffee house at the garden centre to have a late lunch. We spend time chatting and trying to catch up with plans for the future. On returning home I find a message that one of the video letters I sent arrived without the USB stick it was on. The envelope and inner note was delivered in a plastic bag with an apology note from the Post Office. Clearly between me putting it in the pillar box and arriving at its destination someone had the USB stick away. So someone is out there with my private correspondence. I find I have unexpectedly run out of spoons and end up having a nap.

The evening arrives along with tea. I have spent a bit of time surfing the net in a very narcissistic way to see if my books are on the web adn to my surprise I find that they are on several platforms. It means that there are several platforms globally that are selling my book. They are not platforms that I have had contact with so I am asking myself how I get the royalties or whether the Americans have mugged me. So the only platform I am sure of is Amazon at the moment.

There are a couple of evening programmes to watch and then I shall take my night meds and then drift off to bed to read more of the Calvino short stories.