Sunday, another lazy start as the dead queen’s body start out to Edinburgh. A bacon sandwich for breakfast and I sort out my meds for the next two weeks. I watch a bit of the dead queen’s progress until my partner goes to the gym. I head into the garden and spend time tidying up my compost corner and loping some of the lower branches of the larger Acer tree at the end of the garden. Job done I watch a rugby match on TV and then settle down to read. My sister sent me a collection of love poems some time ago and I had not had a chance to read it, so today was the day.

The family eat tea and settle into the evening. I check my diary to see what time my injection is tomorrow and find I have not booked it. The GP surgery appears to be unable to book from month to month when the nurse goes on leave so its left to the punter (me in this instance) to remember to ring up and book it. I forgot. Unconscious avoidance or stupidity? I will never know but it does mean I am going to have to spend tomorrow morning on the phone to arrange it as soon as possible. A real pain especially as I have already started to take my prophylactic paracetamol. So it will be an early night for me.