Friday, how time flies at times. I had such a disturbed night that my partner abandoned me for the spare room last night. Apparently I thrashed around like a fish on a hook. I woke up feeling reasonable and my vitals told me I was in good shape. I dawdled getting up but when I did I clambered into my training gear and head for the garage. Todays session was always going to be an half hour one as later I am going solo to the chiropodist. So strapped in I set off in my full track suit determined to work up a sweat. Ten minutes in and I am thinking this might have been a mistake so regulate my pace. The half hour ends and I am over the 5 kilometre mark, that will do me.

I discover that my Fitbit appears not to have counted my activity, I am peeved but note the phone App is telling me to charge the Fitbit. So while I shower and tend to myself my Fitbit sucks life from a US port on the laptop. There is a bacon sandwich to be had once I have got ready for my trip to the chiropodist, which was very welcome.

I arrive at the chiropodist feeling quite chipper, careful but chipper. I find that there is a working ATM next to the foot clinic as its called adn take the chance to stock up on some real money. As soon as I pop through the door the chiropodist is inviting me in and I start to chat. I’ve had lots of adventures to tell her about adn she tells me that at last the water meter situation has been sorted and that the chair I am siting in is a Courtesy Chair while the new one she has ordered is on its way from Spain. Who would of thought it, a Courtesy Chair.

By the time my feet are oiled and back in their lazy person slip on shoes I am feeling good. Before driving home I popped into the Co-Op and bought a dozen two litres bottles of water and paper. Because I did not have pound coin on me I could not get a trolley to push the 24 litre of water around so had to carry them. Then there were no assistants so it was pissing around with a self service machine and to finally piss me off the plastic handle on one pack of bottles broke! so I manhandled the water to the car and hoped it was going to be worth it in terms of my scan next week.

Home with my feet still feeling good I set about the crosswords. Again I had no problem with them so moved onto organising for tomorrows Poetry Stanza meeting. It took ages to find al the submitted poems and print them off but eventually I had them all in a folder read to read. Read them I did. It always amazes me how diverse poetry is and what captures peoples attention. So I have a Zoom number and a pass code so I am now ready for tomorrow’s meeting. Its tricky because Leicester Tigers are on TV tomorrow afternoon and I fear I might not be as sensitive to the nuances of some of the poetry than I might other wise be.

My evening starts with drafting the blog and eating tea with the intention of watching a rugby match tonight but I am not sure how long can hold off reading my new book. Oh yes the edited cover design for the new collection arrived today and is a more striking design than the previous two Cancer Year collection covers. So I sent the Americans a thumbs up and now I sit and wait for the final manuscript draft. It all makes it sound very grand, but its not really, the biggest thing is the feeling of holding a book in my hands that is mine and that there is a record of my experience of the journey that comes from within. It will be lots of water until meds time and then I will try to judge when best to go to bed so that I am truly tired enough to be sure to sleep.