Monday rolls round again and after an average nights sleep I rummage through my phone for messages, emails and cyber litter as well as checking my accounts and the news feeds. My partner brings me my morning hot water and I take my vitals. All good there, the arithmetic is holding up. I get myself up and make fried egg sandwiches for breakfast. I try yet another version of herbal tea. The morning is full of life admin as I wrestle with the tax man, and deal with post. Its that time of year when things like insurance renews and I go through the ritual of renewal knowing the bastards will do everything they can not to pay if push comes to shove. Lunchtime arrives and my partner and I nibble cheese on toast followed by the joy of a surprise Tunnock’s Tea Cake.
My afternoon is spent writing letters to relations in Scotland inviting them to add data to the family tree. I add printouts of the tree so far and point out some of the quirks of our family history to date. I make the trip to the post office and hand over my letters and then head for home in the blinding sunshine as it slants in on its winter trajectory. Once home there is recycling to do and then I settle down to read the Velveteen Rabbit. It is ostensibly a child’s book but it has much greater depth as a lot of children’s stories do especially those written in the late Victorian and early Georgian era. This edition has the original art work, which is lovely and very much of its time. It is a short and easy read but is full of ideas and messages that are layered into it. If you have not read it, it is worth the time.
Having read the Velveteen Rabbit I go off to redo my vitals and to have a short listen to some meditation music, before I know it, it is four thirty and time to begin to think about moving the car off the drive for the Tesco delivery. I go out to the car and find it iced already and the temperature below zero so it takes a while to clear its windscreen and get it where I want it. By the time I am in again I am chilled and pull on another layer and have a blast of the heater in the lounge while I draft the blog. During the day I check my emails and WhatsApp in the hope that there is news of how my poetry book is coming along but alas there is nothing. I am impatient to see what the next draft looks like as it should be getting near to the final version. I am quite desperate for it to be acceptable so that I can embark on my next two collections, which I hope will be quicker to produce having got the template from the first one.
Once again the evening slides into view with the prospect of Silent Witness to watch and not much else. It is after all Monday although I notice that our local Desford Heritage Family History Group is having a launch event in two weeks time in the village library on that Monday evening. I am tempted to go, but I do not want to get caught up in the usual village bollocks that goes with these things, but there maybe some useful tips I can pick up. It is always made to look easier than it actually is but there maybe someone there that has already used a software package that would suit my needs. I will see how the weather turns out and if really snows like some are predicting. Back to tonight I need to bathe at some point but I feel my spoons ebb away quickly now as the temperature drops and tiredness begins to kick in. I take my chemo and go off to bed hoping to sleep well this night.
