Tuesday and I wake after a disturbed night. I take my vitals and check my messages and emails. My partner brings me hot water and toast before she goes off to the gym. I get up and have a shower, take my morning meds and then get ready to go to the chiropodist. I drive for the first time in a while and arrive on time. I cannot be bothered to change out of my driving shoes and walkover to the chiropodist’s clinic. My chiropodist is a chatty person who gets on with my feet quietly and professionally. This is one of my great pleasures as by the end of the session my feet are feeling superb and refreshed. At the end of the session I pay my bill and book myself for my next session the day after my birthday. Something to look forward to.

I drove home as quickly as possible, not bothering to visit the co-op and took to the sofa to rest. My partner returned from the gym and we have lunch together before she goes to see mother in hospital. I continue to rest and listen to various radio shows, read Julie Otsuka’s The Buddha in the Attic and start to draft the blog. A friend rings me and we have a chance to catch up and chat about our families. The evening holds the joy of the first Eurovision Song Contest semi final. It is an opportunity to see the acts that are so appalling they are not suitable for the actual final competition. So once the evening meal is over the family will settle down with home made marking cards and choose which criteria to judge the acts by. Last year the quality of arm pit shaving was on such criteria. I shall be interested to see what we come up with tonight.

As it turns out I did not get to see all the Eurovision song contest. There are things to be sorted and organised. Eventually I take my night meds, do the blog, put the bins out and then go to bed