Thursday and I sleep late. A brief breakfast and a pot of berry tea on the patio sees me start my day. I get stuck into some puzzles and I find one has an error. I immediately switch into “outraged of Leicester” mode and smartly send my findings to the publishers. I doubt I will get any kind of response but I’ve enjoyed the diversion. Time for a celebratory Whitby lemon iced bun! For those of you who have a nerdy streak here is the proof.

My partner and I eat lunch on the patio. A friend rings and we are able to chat for a while about families and the the perils of changing school years as a child. After a suitable break I get myself ready to train for the first time after 36 days of no training at all. I am apprehensive as I prepare but I make my way to the garage and get on the rowing machine. I set the level at 4 and the duration for 30 minutes. I set off carefully. It goes okay, I survive. So thank you to all those people that sent me messages of encouragement over the last couple of days.

I climb off the rower and return to the house. I run a bath and let myself soak. I’m not sure how things have gone yet, but I get myself to the sofa and update the blog before tea. My evening is going to be gentle and slow, tomorrow is a bloods day so I shall be up early to take myself to the GP surgery to have my blood taken. This is in preparation for my oncology appointment on Tuesday. It feels that so far my re-retirement has been hijacked by COVID and my cancer, its making the transition more bumpy than I anticipated.