Wednesday, its report writing day, a dyslexics nightmare, but it is the down side of being involved with people organisations. I get up fortify myself with peanut butter toast and coffee, down my meds and log on. That is at 9 o’clock. One dish of chicken soup later and its five o’clock. I send the completed report to the report co-ordinator work. My partner returns from visiting her mother. We are both done so its fish and chips for tea. The television goes on and I watch football in a catatonic state of energy less stupor. I’ve not paid my tax bill or trained and I’ve no motivation or energy. I write the blog and leave it to the pixies to sort out the rest of life. Tomorrow is a team meeting so I’ve no idea how the day will go.