Tuesday I wake early for me and go to the sofa to watch another word cup match over a buttered bagel and decaf coffee. That takes up two hours after which I go to my newly mended Shed and finish off a letter I started yesterday. It takes me to noon, when England kick off against China. I fortify myself with a dish of muesli for the tension of the match to come. By half time England are three up and I celebrate with cold sausage on olive bread and grapes courtesy of my partner. Feeling repleat and a tad optimistic I settle down to watch the second half. England score three more, China get a penalty, terrible referee decision after looking at VAR, but England cling on to win 6-1. They now face Nigeria in the first knockout round.
After the excitement of the morning I take the short walk to the post box and deliver up my letters. I potter for a while and find todays paper in the kitchen so take myself off to the patio to do the crosswords and puzzles. One of them gives me more trouble than usual but as I ponder quietly I am joined by the squirrel who dines at the nut box for quite a long time before disappearing backup the fir tree by the patio. It begins to get chilly so I withdraw inside and head for the sofa to read. Time has flown as my partner soon returns from work and has taken the long walk from the downstairs office to the hoover. I move from my comfy nook on the sofa and retreat upstairs to do my vitals while she hoovers the lounge. My vitals are good. I calculated my averages for July yesterday, my blood pressure was a very acceptable 126 over 76, so it would appear that I am avoiding the most concerning side effect of the chemo medication. The fatigue is the worse issue at the moment. Fortunately my brain remains in good working order. Once the vitals are done I put the bins out for tomorrows collection and bring the car back onto the drive after its night and day parked on the verge.
While tea is being prepared I draft the blog and ready myself for the evening. I shall try and read more after tea and perhaps succumb to some TV. There are odds and ends of business I need to do like my last working tax self assessment and whether to get RAC cover or not. There is always the garden to consider. This years crap weather and excessive rainfall has meant that the garden has become tropically verdant and spontaneously re-wilded itself. I need to think about how I get a grip on it again and begin to prepare for next year. However in the here and now I am delighted to say that my new grandson has been out for his first push around in the outside world and would have become acquainted with ducks if he had not slept for the entire adventure. His time to point at things and run after ducklings will come. So my evening will end with meds and bed.
