Saturday and it is a day to attend to Elsie (the car) whose battery needs a run to charge up. After breakfast and taking my meds my partner and I drive of to a far away garden centre. We wonder around the garden centre and note the quality of plants and then head for the café. Its nice to eat outside and chat. Before driving home we return to the “pong” shop and buy a couple of citronella candles as we have the ambition of eat outside on the patio. The citronella candles will allegedly discourage midges and mosquitos. It remains to be seen if this is true or not. As for the rest of the day, it was all world cup football and night meds.
Sunday is a slow day during which I spend time in the garden. I get down to do some serious weeding and find I need to stop frequently to rest. The afternoon passes quite quickly but there is time to go to our local garden centre for a milkshake and pastry. Of course we could not return home without buying more bargain plants to fill the few spaces left in the garden. The evening is filled with the first knockout football match of the world cup. It is not a classic game but at least it did not drag out into extra time and penalties. Of course Tesco deliver mid game, fortunately nothing of the game was missed, that’s the upside of a boring game that only gets resolved in extra time. What is also delivered is a new poetry collection by Leontia Flynn called selected Poems. I have started to read them and like them, they are accessible and clear. They are also witty and well observed, my kind of poetry. I take my evening meds and finally go to bed after watching a film.
Monday and I wake with the thought that I have to be giving yet another blood sample this morning. I take my time getting up and have a brief breakfast to go with my morning drugs and I am then off to the GP surgery to have my bloods done. As usual the phlebotomist is quick and efficient and I am soon out and on my way. I drop by the new Co-Op store and get cash, a paper and a bag of doughnuts before driving home.
Once home I whip through the days cross words in the newspaper before settling down to rea more of the Leontia Flynn poetry collection. I am finding her poetry really appealing. By lunchtime I am drafting the blog for the weekend and as I do so yet another poetry collection arrives, this time it is the selected poems of Gabriela Mistral, a Chilean poet who won the Nobel Literature prize in 1945, the first South American writer to do so. My new collection is in both Spanish and English, which I find interesting as I like to read the Spanish as well as the English. I o not speak Spanish but the reading of poetry in the Spanish gives an idea of the original flow and sound. I have a small collection of Pablo Neruda which is in the same format and gives me the same pleasure.
My evening is all football as I wait for my blood results to come through. At 12:40 I give up and go to bed. I think that yet a gain there will have been a problem.
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