DVT DAY 54 (No Injections)

It was a good night. Two blocks of four hours sleep. I actually feel refreshed. So a quick breakfast and I retreat to the shed and open up the greenhouse. I settle down to write letters. I’ve not put pen to paper for a while and it feels good to be writing to friends again. Apart from a quick coffee break I write all morning. At one point it throws it down with rain and hails, the noise on the shed roof is loud and strangely comforting. At lunchtime there is scrambled eggs and a surprise in the post. An old colleague and friend writes to me out of the blue. She had heard from a mutual friend that I have been ill and writes to say hello. Letters are fabulous things; such surprises are all the sweeter when they drop through the door and reveal themselves slowly on reading.

A few chores like refiling the soap dispensers and its back to the shed to write yet more letters. I finish the writing and prepare them to be posted by my Hogwarts Owl. So I pack up the shed, close the greenhouse and return to the house. I check e-mails and find there are some things that I need to download and do some work on. Unfortunately, the system I am trying to download from will not let me do it because of a security protocol. It’s a pain in the arse and all I can do is rail at the IT crew. Clearly time to fit the multiple USB port to the computer and tidy up the range of stuff we have laying around he desk in the office. I’ve checked that all the laptops and systems in the house have backed up. Success, we are good for a week.

We communally cook tea and eat it as the COVID update pushes out its latest messages. I settle down to watch a film and write the blog. I am missing the gym and the pool, it seems so much more difficult to exercise at home rather than go to the gym. I guess I will crack it soon enough.