Wednesday and I wake up after a night when I took co-codamol part way through. I cold and get myself up to empty my night bag and to fit a new 7 day bag. It feels like a need a fresh start and not want to risk getting an infection from over using the current bag. This is all part of my new self management needs and is a dimension I would really like to be free of. I dress, another task that takes a little long than usual. The acquisition of new slip on slippers makes my life a little easier. After checking my emails and messages I finally get and make breakfast.
Amongst my messages was one from the team that had completed the work to our drive way and patio. It pointed out that their invoice for the ordered gates had not included a small sum and I was being asked if it was alright to be billed for this sum. I of course greed as gates without gate furniture are useless. The up side was that the new gates had been delivered to the teams yard and that once the gate furniture had arrived they would come and fit them. So the final leg of our house upgrade is in sight. All that needs doing now is a new house number plate.
Lunchtime comes and goes and I settle into Wimbledon but frankly I get bored and realise that the Post Office Enquiry is on and switch over to watch it. Yet another Post Office chairman is under the microscope. This one is the one that came in to clear up the aftermath of the judgements had gone against them. Once again hindsight proves to be a wonderful thing and he is given a going over about all the things he could have done but didn’t as if a single person could have controlled the massive organisational systemic cultural cover up that went on. He would be the last person that anyone would have been honest with. What is clear in all that I have seen is that the lawyers were as much of a problem as the faulty software that started the whole thing off. As the afternoon goes on and the Post Office man is being ground down I start to draft the blog. The evening poses a crisis in that S.W.A.T. has been exhausted so the hunt is on for something new to watch. Perhaps tonight will be a film night.
The evening was dull apart from the Great British Sewing Bee. I take my night meds and take to my bed after going through my new night routines. One and a half days and I will be free of this damn catheter, perhaps then I can begin to live a little. Tomorrow will doubtless see me staying up a bit later to see the election results come in. As for me I do not know if I will get to vote, I will see how I am.
