Monday, England play for a quarter final place in the World Cup. I am up just in time for a dish of muesli and decaf coffee before getting comfy on the sofa. What a let off for England. Down to ten players after James gets sent off for stamping on an opponent, they hang on for a goalless draw and then win on penalties after extra time. Nigerians just not good at penalties.
Australia up to beat Denmark next during which I clear the kitchen, put my washing in and get out of my leopard head wearable sofa blanket. I ease my way into lunch watching the match with my partner and starting to draft the blog. The Australians win 2-0. That’s my morning done. I go to the Shed and write a letter and note that the ink I am using is congealing and blocking up the nibs I am using. I am tempted to jettison the drawing ink I am using and use ordinary ink. I hang my washing out and then pop across to the post box and while there I pop into the shop and grab some treats for later. I return to the sofa and settle down to read more of A Gentleman in Moscow. It feels at the moment that my reading ability is getting better. I recline while I read until tea time. Tea over I return to reading until there is a flurry of activity, I bring my washing in, read some more and as my partner talks to our youngest I and my eldest bringing in the Tesco order. It appears getting eggs is no longer a problem. I start to daft the blog before the ritual Monday humiliation of not scoring a single point on Only Connect. I’m just fascinated by Victoria Corren Mitchell having been a professional poker player who won over two million at the tables.
The rest of my evening will is reading, glimpsing TV and finally night meds and bed. Its now seven days since I trained, I am trying to decide how long to rest for. Its not like I am an Olympic athlete or professional sportsperson but I did train almost daily and it is hard to stop even if I know it’s for my own good and even if the oncologist is at me to train at least 3 time a week. This is one of those times where I need to trust my instincts and to trust the logic in the arithmetic. I am getting shack fever a bit and need get out for a bit soon, I am hoping the forecast brighter weather is on its way.
