Friday, a long day. Up early to prepare the house for the arrival of my youngest daughter, her partner and their young son, our youngest grandson. My partner has gone food shopping so I get up and putter intensely so that by the time she returns the decks have been cleared. I am flagging and take a short time out before our visitors arrive.

Our visitors arrive and in no time at all I am sitting with my grandson on my lap and I am feeding him a bottle. It been a while since I’ve done that and he rewards me with a hearty belch. The family eats a hearty roast lunch together and clears away and prepares to go out in the evening to see The Life of Pi at our local theatre, The Curve. We Uber it to the theatre. I settle in to my seat and have real trouble getting to grips with an auditorium with its noise and crowds, for a while I wish I had ear loops, I understand now why people use them . The first half of the performance I am preoccupied by how I am feeling quite queasy. I forego the usual interval ice cream. The second half is much better, I have settled and appreciate the puppetry and staging. The more I relax the better it gets. By the end I am fully engaged and enjoying it. We Uber home and I eat supper while drafting the blog. I am tired, vey tired, this has been a long day and taken me beyond my available spoons. I take my meds and go to bed hoping for renewal as tomorrow is my youngest daughters birthday. I am sure there is lots more to say but I am exhausted.