Its Tuesday, the day after my 28 day injection. I was up in the night taking paracetamol to deal with the soreness and the shakes. My partner goes to the physio and onto the gym to bob about in the water for a while, so after breakfast I head for the Shed. It is where I stay writing letters until past lunchtime when my partner returns and takes me out for a milkshake and a tune melt at the nearest garden centre. It is a planned excursion so that I can buy birdseed and while we are at it we rescue some perennials that have been put on the cheap shelf. Once home I fill the bird feeders and return to the Shed and my letter writing. By tea time I am ready to wander over to the post box to send my letters.

My evening is full of disappointing football but perked up with the Great British Sewing Bee. I was hoping that the first draft of the anthology would arrive but it has not so I hope that tomorrow will bring it and I can get on with some editing, but for now I take my night meds and get myself to bed and hopefully sleep. I take some pre-emptive paracetamol.