Saturday, a slow day in which a few things go well but as the day goes on my symptoms of my bladder stone get worse, to the extent that I resort to co-codamol mixed with Cystopurin. What I do manage is to watch a rugby final, drill enlarged holes in the water terrace to ensure it works properly and check the garden camera, which showed me that a fox is still visiting in the dawn.

The only other thing that happens is that my second two poetry collections have been published. Both The Cancer Years: Some Rough Stuff and Herod’s Children Crumulent Collection are now sitting on Amazon waiting to be bought. I have of course ordered some for my shelves. That will be me for a while.

I draft the blog, take my meds and go to bed hoping for sleep. At the moment it is a grind.