Another Monday rolls round and as usual I wake to the murmurer of work going on in the form of office chat and meeting. I am snuggled in under the million tog duvet but I’m feeling pretty ropey. I get up and do toast (more magic toast) and coffee before getting myself together. By the time I do its late morning and I am heading to the Shed. Once there I settle in and write a letter and some odds and ends. Today I am having real problems trying to get what is in my head onto the page. I find these days so frustrating, the words seem to get stuck in the end of my pen or jam themselves in the key board. Its bad enough being dyslexic but when I have these days its just grade on frustrating. I must appear, or my writing must appear like a struggling first former. All I can do is sit it out and keep trying to open the doors. I popped a small picture a friend sent me into a frame and found it a space in the Shed alongside all the other pictures and stained glass.

I wait for the rain to stop and then return to the house and make myself tomato soup (another magic food). A lot of my early afternoon is spent reclining and just getting myself together and doing odd sporadic things like super gluing the Easislide feet on the coffee table. Having watched Michael Portillo wander around Canada I pull myself together and go and post my letter. I notice that there are several plants that are still blooming in the front garden so take a few snaps to capture them.

There was a time when the front garden was a forest of huge fir trees where nothing else grew in their shade, now there is a year round profusion. I have just about got myself back in and settled when Tesco deliver early, I had not had a chance to move the car off the drive so the poor man had to juggle the blue trays around it. My partner is at the dentist so its down to me do the squirreling and sorting of the delivery. I’m soon back on the sofa trying to draft the blog. My partner returns from the dentist and the evening slides into view.

I’m hoping for a quiet evening and an early night before my trip to the hygienist tomorrow. I remember that somewhere in the day I’ve booked time at my local Kwik Fit to sort out my leaking rear tyre.