Wednesday and I wake after a reasonable nights sleep but still feel fatigued. I do my vitals and find they are reasonable, not brilliant, but reasonable. I usually listen to whatever meditation music my smart speaker wants to play me when I do my vitals, it provides a period of relaxation or reflection but this morning on a whim, and I am not sure where it came from, I ask my speaker to play me some Incredible String Band. not really thinking that it will have any. To my surprise it does and I spend quite a long time listening to the randomised tracks from some of their albums. I saw this group live with a group of community charity volunteers that redecorated old peoples houses lead by a bloke called Peter Warren, who was inevitably nicknamed Peter Rabbit, at the Festival Hall in 1968. Same year I saw Hair performed in London with the same group. Psychedelic Folk was the tag at the time and very underground at the time with Williamson and Heron being the strange couple who made up the core of the act.

After a suitable period of hippy recollection I finally get up and dress in hippy trousers and T shirt (it would have been tie dyed back in the day) but now a hand made present. I make breakfast and take my morning meds still feeling a bit delicate. I have to keep reminding myself that it is only four days since my TWOC (Trial Without Catheter) and although things are going well I need to be patient with myself. I start to draft the blog as the lunchtime Wimbledon start approaches. Of course I am focussed on tonights semi final match between England and the Netherlands. Its a a way of so I need to shake a leg and do something this afternoon that earns me the game tonight.

I go to the Shed for the first time in ages and write letters and even make it to the post office. I have earned my lazy evening in which England reach the final of the European football competition. I take my night meds and go to bed, tomorrow I face the dental hygienist.