Monday and my partner brings me hot water as I struggle to the surface. There is much to do before I can get up. There are birthday greetings adn gifts to send followed by a call to the doctors to try and book my next hospital bloods and my GP monthly injection. The hospital bloods are possible but not the injection as the calendar is no yet on the system, which I think is cutting it a bit fine. With that out of the way I do my first set of physio hand exercises. With all that out of the way I finally get up and discover I have missed a call from a friend.

I munch my way through a couple of croissants and a small coffee before waving my partner off to the gym. My challenge is to get tonight meal in the crock pot, usually a doddle but with my right hand still with a dressing its a bit more of a challenge, especially the peeling and cutting up. It goes okay if a bit slow and I wrestle the ingredients into the pot and set it going. With that out of he way its time to bag up my hand in a freezer bag and gaffer tape it up so that I can take a much needed shower. Its an art form having a shower and keeping one hand dry and still getting to all the essential nooks and crannies. By the time I was out and dried, lunchtime loomed. I started to draft the blog when my partner returned home from the gym so it was time to go exploring another garden centre for food.

A large chunk of the afternoon is taken up with tuna melts, toasted teacakes and warm drinks as well as conversations about future plans. Once home we walk to the village shop to get a paper and some bits and pieces before returning home. There are cross words to do before tea and an evening of Unforgotten. Most exciting of all is the arrival of the poetry book I ordered. Its a collection of Paul Muldoon who I am going to see in mid March. He is supposed to be one of the worlds leading poets so I thought I ought to read some of his stuff.

Not only have the poems arrived but also my desperate buy of sailing gloves to get me back to training as quickly as possible. I am hoping that at this weeks meeting with the hand therapist will see me loose the bandage on my hand and I can get going. These gloves are full gloves and not the usual training gloves that are cut off across the fingers that would irritate my scar. I am really pleased with them, I seem to have got this right, a real find.