Its Friday and I wake up not in the spare room for the first time since injection Monday so the signs are good. So by 10:00am I am breakfasted, medicated and dressed. I do my usual email and message check and then opened up my laptop. In the process of trying to organise the logistics of the coffee table I live on, I knock over the remnants of my morning coffee, sending them all over the coffee table, ironic really spilling coffee on a coffee table. I am infuriated by my clumsiness and confined space and mutter loudly to my self as I get the kitchen towel and mop up the tsunami of brown liquid. I’ve had enough and realise I need to get out of the house so I pack my traveling office (spotted handkerchief on a stick) and drive off to the gym.
The gym is full of people not my family and not at work with a bar and kitchen. I am spoilt for choice of sofas and tables. I choose one and get set up to write and then get myself a huge coffee and bacon brioche. That is me for he next few hours, just having coffee and writing letters. By mid afternoon I am feeling better and choose a new sofa to sit in and read more of my David Sedaris and sip a cold coke. The kick off time of todays World Cup Rugby match is 4:45pm so I am to get home for the kick off. Its a fine judgement of traffic congestion balanced against the diversion to the post box on the way home. At my calculated time I set off and almost immediately suffer heart sink syndrome as I see the traffic backed up on my chosen route home. I am lucky and manage to get under way and with judicious bursts of speed I get to post my letters and get my arse in front of the TV thirty seconds after kick off. To my delight there is a letter for me from a friend and old work colleague who has retired but seems to be maintaining a very busy life and practice. So I watch Argentina beat Samoa, eat tea cooked by my partner and read my friends letter. It is a delight and full of things that make me think and amuse me. It also makes me jealous as she is going on a “holiday” to visit CERN and the Hadron Collider as she has an interest in particle physics along with art, therapy and many other things. It is a letter I shall reread and eventually reply to. I discover to my delight that I am able to watch the Lioness’s beat Scotland 2-1 in a scrappy match. Its a chilly evening and so I put some heating on, autumn seems to have arrived sharply tonight. With no more sport to watch I draft the blog, take my meds and go to bed feeling that I have a cold coming on. I shall blame the flu jab from Monday if it comes true.
