Monday, jab Monday, so I am up early and into the shower, cannot see the nurse smelly! Post shower and preening I take my morning meds and head for the pharmacy to collect my prescription. Fortunately it is there and I move on to the GP’s surgery, where I clock in and it and wit to be called. It is my usual nurse so we get on with the business, she confirms which side its going in this time, its the right, and she gets on with it, trying to be as careful as possible. We both know that the right side is the worse side for the jab, we’ve been doing this for years now. As a an extra treat I also get my three monthly B12 jab despite the vast an=munts of Marmite I have been having lately. With my new drugs and a paper I return home.

I make breakfast and take onto the patio in cooler weather and crack on with the cross words. With the brain exercised and the belly fed i set about my puttering task of the day, namely to enlarge the holes in the patio table to take the pole of the sunshade. There is a period of rummaging in the garage to fish out the tools I think I am going to need and soon I am plugging drills and cleaners into the patio wall sockets. It takes an age to get the job done, but eventually I get the sunshade erected in the centre of the table. I give myself hero points but note that had I bought the right size diameter pole in the first place this nonsense would not be required.

I clear away my tools have lunch with my partner on the patio and then retreat to the sofa where I think about what to call my new anthology and the cover for it. I also start to read Guilty by Definitions by Susan Dent, it is full of old fashioned words and some newer ones to the English language, I am not far in but I am already reaching for my dictionary.

I do not read for long as I am starting to get my usual side effects from this mornings injection, chills and shivers like a cold turkey junkie. I’ve started to draft the blog now and may not get very far as I find it difficult to focus and not fall asleep. So at this point I take paracetamol and dig in waiting for a Tesco delivery, sausages and a mindless night before meds and more paracetamol and hopefully sleep. I’m trying to think of a tittle for the anthology but keep retuning to the myth of Tiresias, I’m not sure why yet but I guess my unconscious will get me there in the end, or not.