Saturday I get up and make black coffee for my partner and myself. My partner has been fasting since yesterday and cannot eat until after her scan at 2 o’clock today, all she can have is black coffee. While my partner takes a shower I make my breakfast out of her sight so its all over by the time she comes down. The morning drifts by with odds an ends being done. I order a new desk organiser to complete my reorganisation of my “soffice”. I get the evening meal into the Crockpot. The garden camera reveals more activity by the hedgehog and I renew its food supply. The local bus service, which has a stop outside the house, has a strange idea of a timetable. It publishes one and then teasingly ignores it, so actually catching a bus becomes more of an intuitive art form. Unfortunately this morning my daughters intuition was not on point with the result that she needed a lift to her hair appointment. So we drop my daughter off and I take my partner to her scan appointment. We arrive in plenty of time and note another couple waiting in a car. It turns out that these scan appointments are spaced at quarter hour intervals. We get in to the medical centre and almost immediately my partner is called. In a very short time she is out again, scan complete.

I drive us home to the luxury of bacon bagels, a good way to break a fast. I settle down to watch the women’s rugby international between England and Wales. England of course thrash the Welsh but my main interest is watching one of the English players who went to school with my daughters in the local village school. Strange to see someone you knew from school nativity plays being an international athlete. We eat the Crockpot evening meal and settle down to amuse ourselves until Killing Eve is on. It was good to see Villanelle back on form and killing with aplomb again. Football follows and drafting the blog. Its been a slow day, meandering day, lazy day. It ends with meds and a late nigh to bed. Tomorrow I need to activate again.