Thursday and I wake after a fair nights sleep. I check my vitals and all is good apart from my heart rate that seems to be up a bit and I note I have constricted throat. I get up and shower have breakfast and then rest for a bit, it appears I have few spoons (energy) today. I have checked my messages and my social media, there is nothing there other than the editing team checking what size I want my next book to be. I reply a solid 6 x 9. And then its time to go out for lunch with friends.
My partner drives us to the venue, a swanky gastro pub in the depths of the Leicestershire country side. We are first to arrive and are shown to our table but when our friends arrive we move to an outside table. This, I think to myself is good for my vitamin D production. So for three and a half hours we sit and eat and catch up with what we are all doing and how we are. It is really nice to sit around and just idly chat about the world and ourselves. It also gave ma a chance to give my friend a belated birthday gift, one of those where I had it delivered to me by accident. I rounded off my meal with an affogato and a shot of Tia Maria, and absolute luxury.
On returning home my partner headed for the garden to continue planting seeds and plants, I headed to the bathroom where I began the adventure of changing a toilet seat. Having taken the old one off I set about fitting the new one and soon realised that upgrading to a “soft closing” seat from an old “bugger I’ve dropped the lid again ” seat as a bit more complex due to the instillation of the mechanisms. After a bit of trial and a couple of restarts the household moved into the new soft closing era.
I look at the new one and note that it is more “ample” in its dimensions and wonder if I have unconsciously chosen a new seat to accommodate my now more Rubenesque derriere. I pack away my tools, dispose of the old seat and retreat to the garden to sip ginger beer and see what my partner had done in the garden. I doing so I noticed the sun shade parasol has ripped. So I have gone from fixing something new to finding something else broken. It is just how life is at times. Perverse.
I retreat to the sofa feeling tired and so I start to draft the blog. By mid evening I am decidedly “itchy scratchy” and resign myself to an evening of TV to finish off “Murder at the end of the World”. So I head to my night meds and finger splint. Tomorrow beckons and with it the renewal of my gelled nails. But in all this I am increasingly thinking about an audio book of some of my poems. Not a full collection but a number drawn from across my collections. The question is whether to do the reading myself or to have someone else read them. It is a conversation I shall be having with myself over the next few days and maybe weeks. If I can get round to it I shall write to friends and ask them what they think.
