Wednesday comes along to find me in the spare bed again after disturbed nights sleep. I check my vitals, me emails and my messages then head for breakfast. I’m settling down to do my meter readings when a friend calls on her way back from the dentist. She is clear and now home ward bound to continue her schedule of skill building to over come her long COVID. We say adieu and I get on with my meter reading. I am well chuffed at how low the gas usage is and for once I am happy sending my readings in. Almost immediately they show up on my transactions and I am pleased at the saving made. So is the supplier who is cutting our monthly charge by over a hundred pounds. This is a good win.

By the time I have pottered around doing more packing and preparation for the holiday there is just enough time to interrogate the garden camera to see if my hedgehog is still around. The Jolly news is that he is and also the local cat does not fancy messing with it. I replace the camera in a new position and then have lunch with my partner before she goes off to see her mother. As soon as she has gone I swing into action and gather up my hedge trimming tools. I set to work on the drive hedges that have grown profusely over the last two weeks. I do them by hand because I cannot be arsed to get the hedge trimmer our and mess around with the cables, it proves to be a good way to exercise as I am sweating and breathing heavily. Having finished the hedges I put the tools away and sit for a long time on the swing seat in the back garden. The garden is very green and verdant at the moment and has a very burgeoning feel about it. I like it, I find it comforting and do not feel the need to have it all straight lines and under control. When I settle down on the sofa there is tennis to watch as I fill my journal and begin to draft the blog. My partner returns and we plan to plan the plan for the last minute holiday chores and tasks. I’m still waiting for my last minute emergency twin pack of adult rain packamacs to arrive. The outlook for Devon next week is not a sunny one. I note I have not taken any paracetamol today as yet, which means my regime of only using paracetamol the day before, on and on the day after an injection is being stuck to without any feeling the need to prolong it. My injection site is sore but not pain killer sore, and I seem to have got through my “junkie” like post jab reaction. So its a good day so far.

I decide to train, and go to the garage and set myself up for a 45 minute session. It goes reasonably well and by the end of it I am pretty sure I’ve spent all my spoons for the day.

My partner and I have a late tea and settle down to watch the Great British Sewing Bee followed by some episodes of Above Suspicion. I take my night meds and return to drafting the blog. I am apprehensive about sleeping tonight so even though I am tired I drag my metaphoric feet to bed.