Sunday and I have slept quite well. From the off I know I have lost my sense of taste and spend time reading Dante’s Divine Comedy before getting up. I manage to get to the third book, Heaven, so I am intrigued to see what Dante’s idea of Heaven is. I get up and make my partner toast and tea and see how her recover from the norovirus is going. With my partner settled I make myself toast and take my morning meds. Having eaten and cleared the kitchen I watch the Winter Olympics, knockout snow board sprinting and women’s down hill. Both full of falls and close finishes. So I spend my morning engrossed in sport with only the odd spot of reading and message making to keep me occupied. By lunch time I am Olympic’d out and swap to football as I consume my lunchtime tuna pasta and a Red Bull.

I am waiting patiently for some things I ordered from Amazon, but my heart sinks when I see that they are delayed and that Evri are the delivery service being used. Evri are useless, they are always late and loose stuff not to mention their driver/ delivery folk are the one group of people who seem incapable of getting through our front gates and if they do are not fit enough to get to the front porch and just leave stuff by the bins. In a word: Useless.

This needs to be the last day of lazing around, there are things to do. Once Tesco deliver the family order this evening there is nothing else to do but get on with life. It is ages since I wrote a letter so I need to get back to that and open up the writing Shed. Time also to start some exercise, preferably swimming. Of course there is Dante to finish and new poems to find. I am awaiting my personal Spring, which seems to be lagging slightly behind my garden. For now I draft the blog and go to full the bird and squirrel feeders before seeing what the evening brings alongside the Tesco order.