Saturday, at last I last a full night in the same bed. I wake and go through my usual messages routine and then make my partner a drink.. There is time for a shower , checking my vitals and then breakfast. I decide which poem I am taking to the Stanza in the afternoon and run of the hard copies. My partner and eldest daughter both go out and I soon follow.

At the Stanza my poem goes down okay and there are some interesting poems to hear and discuss. I am glad I made the effort, it feels like I fed myself. I drive home to an evening meal followed by a lot of British Sewing Bee and Glow Up make up competition. I take my night meds and draft the blog and go to bed, feeling slightly apprehensive.