Thursday and I get up after a better nights sleep. A simple breakfast and a dose of the current misery TV and I get myself into the garden. I spend all morning tending the pots and raised beds in the front garden. My front pots are now all full of daffodil bulbs. A favourable winter and cosy spring and the pots should look lovely. My partner feeds me a bacon sandwich before she goes to work, yep real travel to a real workplace. I potter changing light bulbs, ordering new ones and playing the toilet roll fairy role for the household. Chores done I go to the Shed and write letters. As I sit writing my eldest daughter messages to say she is coming home as she is feeling ill and duly arrives soon after and goes straight to bed for a nap. I post my letters, sort out a Tesco order and drift into the evening. My partner returns from the gym and we eat and watch Ridley together. As the evening progresses my energy disappears, and I once again become conscious of the injection lump in my gut. I draft the blog and take my meds before bed. All in all, despite my discomfort I have managed to do something that will come to fruition in the Spring, it feels hopeful, which I take to mean that I am gradually recovering. In my case that means getting back to it being as good as it gets again.