Saturday. Its bugger all Saturday, the day I intend to do nothing and to recover. I make warm drinks for my partner and I and then we indulge in bacon sandwiches before my sports binge begins and my partner spends time with a friend at the village scarecrow festival and car racing at night. I settle into a day of athletics, football, rugby, more athletics, followed by yet more rugby. For a change there is a Bond film before the football highlights. Night meds and then bed. My one useful thing of the day has been to book the boiler service for Tuesday. Ta Dah, not quite bugger all after all, I need to work on it.