Friday and I find myself drafting the blog late at night before heading for bed, so this is a backwards day. Having just come in from a meal with friends I make an effort to recall the day. Back there in the morning was an early coffee and meds followed by a walk down to the village café for a full English breakfast. This turned out to be ironic as later I get request to ring my GP. When I do I am told the GP has marked me as “Borderline” due to my cholesterol score of 6.9 on my last set of blood tests. I was offered pills but said I was controlling it through diet. Which is partly true as I chose smoked haddock kedgeree for my evening meal. I omit the peaches and cream sundae that accompanied it out of guilty pleasure.

On returning from my breakfast I find the post has delivered more forms from the solicitors. I get my eldest daughter to sign them and then trop to the post office to get the documents sent for arrival Monday morning. A friend calls at the end of her first week back to work after a prolonged fight with long COVID. Its been a tough journey and still has a way to go but this is a major milestone in recovery. I get my second load of washing in and then nap, I heavily nap until I rouse myself enough to get changed to train. In the garage I strap myself in and begin a 45 minute row. I am not good so its a mediocre session, but it gets done.

Post row I get my washing in and shower, doesn’t sound much but I am knackered. I get ready to go out for the meal with friends. My partner drives us to the pub and we meet our friends and dine. We are as usual the last people in the place as for us its about the conversation as much as the food, but that’s another blog. And that brings me full circle. All that remains is to finish the drafting of the blog and actually going to bed.