Saturday and an early morning drink and chat with my youngest and then its time to go shopping for food at the local garden centre. I take a picture of some more flowers that have come out and providing food for the pollinators.

We decide to treat ourselves to scones and a drink before shopping for cards, bowls and veg. More convivial conversation and then onto the shopping. With our goodies stowed we go home where my partner an youngest daughter set about throwing out clothes and organising the wardrobes. I go shopping again for the ingredients of a chicken and brie pie for tomorrow. Its cranberries and pink pepper corns I am primarily look for. So a quick trip to Sainsburys and I find my resources easily. Home and world athletics for a while until I cannot avoid the shame of training any longer. I change and I am so irritated with myself that I decide to go for a full hour session. I have not done a full hour for 66 days and I cannot be afraid of it any more, what will be will be. So I get in to the garage, strap myself in and set out. The intention is just to complete the hour. The result is good for a first time after two months.

I change and recover with a bit of Ninja Turtles and then eat tea with the family. There is just time to feed and water the hedgehog before settling down to watch the final football quarter final and some more athletics. The 100 meter hurdlers fall like nine pins. I move onto the football and sink into the evening and draft the blog along the way. I am interested to see how my body responds tonight.