Friday, and my face is good, no pain so crack on. No bacon, a crisis, so its on to a peanut butter bagel and coffee. As soon as I can I retreat to the Shed to write letters and thoughts about Elders. It pours with rain all the time. I am rescued from the beat of the rain by a friend ringing me and chatting families, parties, work and the management of energy to get through everything. Lunch is a coffee taken in the shed. It continues to rain. At 2 o’clock I open my Amazon deliver of fish food and relieve my fish’s hunger. I also stick down the wound covering on my cheek with Elastoplast spray on skin. A stroke of genius. I then head off to post letters, collect my drugs prescription and deliver my surgeons letter to my GP all in the dystopian rain. I return home to change into my training gear and get myself to the shed to train. Its still raining.
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By the time I have finished training its time to order take away and settle down to watch Leicester Tigers lose a cup final by one point. I write the blog and go to bed. It’s still raining and the forecast is for more.
