Friday and I wake at 10:15! All I can hear is the Hippowaste lorry picking our bag up and my partners voice from the office leading a work call. I clearly needed the sleep,which on reflection does not surprise me given how un anything I’ve been feeling this week. Bacon bagel time with coffee and meds. Its that time in the fortnight to fill my pill dispensers. A fiddly job but worth the effort as it keeps things simple and means I do not miss my meds. I get unexpected work emails that mean I need to do so me admin and then I settle down to write a book proposal. A rough draft on behalf of the Elders group. It is a crude document but I think I capture the basics of what the group intends. I send it off to the group before retreating to the Shed to write letters. Some time later I make the trip to the post box and return to train. Today its the bike for an hour. Its okay but I’m losing motivation to do it, I think its because my weight has crept up again. Its no surprise really as I’ve not kept to my strict diet and given into the deadly craving for Mars Bar ice creams and chocolate digestives.
Time 
Kilometres 
Calories
I record my session and run a bath. While I wait I notice the same young woodpigeon sitting in the tree outside the back bedroom window. He seems to be snuggling down and to have adopted the tree as his home. Nice to make him/her welcome, if it stays I shall find a name for it.
My evening will be rugby, Jesse Stone and Bill Bailey at the Royal Opera House. Tomorrow poses the prospect of live rugby as the Tigers pay their first game of the season at home. So I may be one of several thousand to brave the stands again. If I make the effort I hope the team raise their game from last year.
