Wednesday and I am awake to the sound of a gently turning cement mixer below the bedroom window. It can only mean one thing, the builder badgers are on site and started their day. My partner has already given them cmy list of offee to get them going and brings me my morning hot water. I do my vitals, all good there, and get up to go through my ritual of emptying Daisy dishwasher and making my breakfast. Its one of those mornings when I can not decide what to have and finally go for a toasted cheese bagel and water. With that out of the way I check my messages and emails and reply to those I need to before I start to check one or two things that I have sent the Americans. I had found that I had made a dyslexic mistake on the acknowledgements page of one of the collections. There was an omission that I had realised suddenly when I was drifting off to sleep last night. I had missed someone important from the list of people I wanted to thank and was appalled I had done so. That was my first rectification to be made and my second was to correct my spelling of “Knight” and had originally left the “K” out. In the context in which this happened it made a huge difference to the meaning. I send the Americans an email with the corrected page and then settle down to read.
Its been a while that I have let myself have a morning of reading and it I find it eases me. My book of choice is Italo Calvino’s Cosmicomics. It has appeared in the blog before but I am still enthralled by the stories, they are so rich and inventive that they make think a great deal, this is indeed rich brain food and it comes in small digestible meals that are a treat.
My reading is interrupted by the arrival of the post and to my delight there is a letter for me, a real ink and paper letter. This is a good day. As it is lunchtime I settle down to a dish of chicken soup and read my letter. It is a real lift to my day and makes me Shed itchy, so that I can return to my pen and ink world. The expectation is that the garden guy will turn up today so I write a list of jobs that need doing before I complete the last thing on my to do list for the day, namely to trim my beard. Feeling less fluffy and dishevelled I read some more Calvino and then start to draft the blog for the day. As the sun is shining I am tempted to visit the local shop and buy myself a treat and a paper for the crosswords.
The papers crosswords are soon done with little problem and I am soon chatting to the garden guy. He is soon rescuing some of the iris that have got displaced by the builder badgers, there are also some roses to try and keep alive. Looking around the pots its clear that once the building is over they will need to be planted up for the summer. Looking at the patio as it grows I keep thinking that there is room for a pergola. It is noted for the future. My partner returns from seeing her mother with her brother and starts to get ready to go out with a friend for a meal. My eldest daughter and I order in an Indian takeaway and as its only down the road it arrives quickly. There is time to eat before the nights big European football game. I settle down to watch. A good game. My partner returns home and we watch the finish. There is just time to watch an episode of Race Across the World and then its time to take my meds and head for bed. I am pleased to have managed to avoid taking more co-codamol. I need to begin to become more active and will use my garden to do this.
