Wednesday and I wake up early as the plumber is coming. I’m not feeling great but hey that’s how it is at the moment. I do a toast and marmalade breakfast but dump coffee in favour of my fruit teas. I get my lovely glass tea pot out and make a pot of very berry to wash the toast down with. I had forgotten how much I liked the fruit brew. The plumber arrives on time and I show him through to the kitchen. He looks , he sighs and then begins the job. Of course it is not straight forward, he will need to chop the pipe work and run new isolation hoses into place. I retreat to the sofa and start todays blog. As I write I’ve no idea what this is going to cost me, the plumber that is, I might have to break into my 50p piggy bank. After much sawing, wrenching and fiddling the new tap is in. Once again we have hot running water in the kitchen and no annoying drip drip drip of a leaking tap.

So I pay the plumber and then get on with a great deal of doing absolutely nothing. All I want is for the soreness of my injection site to wear off, its a real pain literally. Apart from bringing in the bins, reading Owen Meany and doing the odd puzzle I’ve done a glorious bugger all today. I napped at lunchtime, had soup and read some more. In the end I resort to pain killers to relieve the soreness, not something I usually do on day three after a jab. Mid afternoon is a highlight, my partner returns from her walk and we indulge in the just delivered Whitby Lemon Iced Buns. A true indulgence washed down with my first coffee of the day.

The buns went down well. As I say a real indulgence but an example of making the world come to me. Tea time comes around and I clear away the bun debris and blog for a bit as the evening approaches. Today is Great British Sewing Bee day so that is what I shall watch tonight, once I have popped out and feed the hedgehog. Tomorrow I am determined to train, I have to over come my anxieties about passing blood if I train. Wish me luck.