Friday I wake up after yet another difficult night, the accumulative effect is fatigue. After I do my vitals, which are showing signs of rising blood pressure, I get up and make the effort to have a shower before a basic breakfast. I try to rest until I am due to go to the chiropodist. As part of life admin I book my partners car in for an MOT and then continue to watch the penultimate day of stages 5 and 6 of the Post Office Enquiry. So by lunch time I gather myself up and drive off to the chiropodist. Walking from the Co-op to the “Foot Clinic” I expend a lot of energy so by the time I am settled in the chiro chair I am out of breathe and nowhere as chatty as I usually am. The chiropodist gets on with the rituals of smartening my feet up and thankfully she carries the conversation.

I get home and instantly go for the relief of the recliner and change clothes. There is still some Post Office Enquiry to watch before I start to draft the blog with an eye on the clock as the Olympic opening ceremony due to start at about 5:45. As I draft the blog I get a fit of listlessness and cannot stand being inside any long so I make ka dash for the garden. Once there I fill the bird feeders and the squirrel box. With the birds fed I take to the swing seat and just relax and watch the nature around me. My partner joins me and we chat. I try to express how I am but not very well, until my partner start tea and I go to watch the Olympic opening ceremony and draft the blog.

The evening is going to be all Olympics but I am bored and tired already, the bloody thing is going on for four hours, typical French indulgence. I have nothing clever to say, I am just absorbed by how I am feeling and knowing it is not right. So I end here and wonder how my night is going to go.