Tuesday, an action-packed day with the excitement of my partner going into work, my eldest daughter going to the physio and me off to the GP for a blood drawing. Not only that but this afternoon someone is coming to service the boiler. I can barely contain my excitement. Breakfast of sensible muesli, equally sensible Greek low-fat yogurt and all topped off with indulgent blossom honey. I wash this down with coffee and drugs before pulling on jeans in deference to the rain. Cotton hippy cargo pants will not cut it in this weather. A friend calls on her way to play golf, or if it rains coffee and a swim. We chat about our respective ill relatives and a bit about our own ills. She is bravely making major life decisions about where and how is best to live with an ailing partner. After the call I ready myself for the GP. I leave a bit early as it takes me longer to walk to the GP now. As it turns out I arrive ten minutes early. I am prepared with my David Mitchel book, but I have no time to get going on it as I am called in immediately. I judge by the peeved looks on the others faces in the waiting room that they are no impressed. I am in and out in a flash. I have to say the nurse who takes the bloods is very very good at it. She is in and out of my arm in record time. So, I am out of the GPs and heading for the cash machine in the co-op to draw my monthly cash allowance. I no longer buy a paper as all I want is the cross word and I get that free on the web. On getting home its coffee and a start on the blog. Now to wait for the excitement of the boiler service.
The boiler service was not exciting, in fact it was brief, efficient and painless, not to mention joyless. Overcome by the mundanity of hedgehog less existence I decide to go for a swim. So, I clamber into my car and drive off to the gym. On the way I fill my tank (approx. 400 miles), check my tyres and drive onto the gym knowing that the world is my oyster. I swim, it is true that I swam relatively briefly, but I swam. There was a brief jacuzzi time as the steam room was not functional. A shower and a large americano later I am chilling in the club lounge waiting for my partner. She arrives and goes to train while I return home to watch football. Dinner of pizza and more football, England’s women thrashing Luxenberg 10- 0. Out of some sort of “keeping up ” I watch the new to see what Liz Truss is up to. New cabinet looks interesting. I think the next couple of years is going to be interesting. I predict polarisation and strive, but then I would. I continue to drat the blog and keep myself amused and will continue to do so just in case my blood results get posted after midnight. I note that there are Macmillan adverts for their coffee morning on TV. I have a better idea, cut out the middle agent and just send your money to me. Saves all the faffing about making cakes. Would we need charities if people cared directly, and governments provided adequately for its citizens? Its time I checked my bloods adn went to bed.
