Sunday and I wake up and read Moominland Midwinter. I make my partner and I a drink and we continue to read. I finish my book. It is a lovely book and full of adroit observation. These are more philosophy than children’s stories and full of perceptions that provoke thinking. I get up and eat a late breakfast, take my meds and then wave my partner off to the gym. I clean the house as my partner is having difficulty due to her damaged tendons in her right arm. It makes hoovering and other task difficult and painful. So while my partner goes to the gym I set about hoovering, dusting and polishing. There is a clearing up and clearing of the decks as I reorganise some things. After a while my nose streams with the disturbed dust and I get to the stage where the world smells of Mr Sheen.

Eventually I can do no more and sit with a cold non alcoholic beer just as my partner returns. I watch the English hockey team win gold and then a mixture of boxing and athletics. I feed the hedgehog having down loaded the garden camera earlier, so I am pretty sure that it is actually the hedgehog eating the food that I am putting out. My partner and eat tea and then watch the final races of the athletics at the Commonwealth Games. It fills the evening until everyone has had enough and I move on to drafting the blog. Its been a truly domestic day and tomorrow the day will start with taking my partners car to the garage for an MOT. I also have to contact a builder about the office floor so the coming week has a work feel to it. So its an early night for me, meds and bed.