Sunday and I lay awake for a while, before I make warm drinks which my partner and I drink as we chat for a while before getting up for a simple breakfast. I get my meds down me and then my partner and I start to work on the garden as we still have flowers to put in and of course the two Japanese Acers that I have been given for my birthday. I focus on getting the new house number put onto the the new gate pillar as my first job. Once I had got all the tools out and organised it was fairly straight forward job. While I did that my partner finished off the arrangements of pots along the front bay window. All that remains now is for the new gates to be put up and some stump grinding to be done in early August.

With the front of the house sorted for the moment I help my partner in the back garden where she has beavered away at potting up the remaining plants. I pot up the two new Japanese Acers to go in either side of the patio steps and then set about moving all the remaining pots off the grass areas and stowed away. There are the odd brick and bit of stoneware to get put away. After a short drinks beak there are some last minute pots to move and then I am done. There are no more energy spoons in the locker so I clear away everything I’ve used and have a look around the garden and make a mental list of things that need doing.

With everything put away I have a lunch time sandwich and settle down to rest while drafting the blog to the background of Wimbledon and the British Grand Prix. The evening arrives when I am out of spoons but I hold on to watch a documentary about Pavarotti. Just brilliant, no wonder I love opera so much. I still think people who can play an instrument or sing are special people. I take my night meds and go to bed