Wednesday and I am up early with early morning meds and vitals done before the builder badgers arrive. Its day 1 proper of the drive and patio project. The cars need to be moved to safe parking across the road so that the badgers can begin the work. As I repark the cars I notice that a police patrol and its occupants have gone into a house across from us and are searching a car. Either there has been an unexpected death or they are looking for someone. So much excitement so early in the morning is unusual in our usually quiet village. By ten o’clock the building badgers are demolishing the old patio but as yet the ground digging badger, Eddie, has has yet to appear. I have breakfasted, done my meds and started to prepare todays blog.
It turns out that the head badger has got the day wrong for the ground clearing badger to come and do the ground works by removing stumps and roots. In the meantime the builder badgers crack on with demolishing the old patio. I settle down to making video letters to friends as I cannot get into my Shed to write. At about lunch time a new sort of badger appears, this one is an electrics badger who is going to do the light on the new patio. We have a quick chat and he inspects my fuse box, not a euphemism, and we talk about lighting and power outlets. We agree what we want and he undertakes to go and do a quote. I spend the rest of my day as my partner goes to visit her mother in the afternoon making video letters. By the time I have thee video letters to go I am feeling quite spoonless, however I make the effort to go to the post office to send my letters. I also retrieve the cars and and get them back onto the drive as the builder badgers have gone to collect materials.
Having got a paper I hunker down to do todays crosswords, which go well again today. My partner returns from her visit and we glide into the evening and towards unknown delights apart from Race Around The World. My aim is an early night as I’ve had an uncomfortable day in terms of my symptoms. I’m feeling hemmed in at the moment and need to keep myself diverted so I shall continue to make video letters and to plan my next poem collections. Out of the blue in the late evening the Americans send and email to ask if I want to turn my Cancer Years collection into an audio book. I am not sure at all about this as I am more focused on getting to the point of being able to put my next two collections out there. In the meantime I am looking forward to watching the builder badgers slowly build the new look to the front and back of the house in time for summer.
