Saturday a day ago and already much lost. Its a cloud of vegetable shopping, rugby disappointment for Wales and Ireland and yet more admiration for Angela Rippon on Strictly. There were patches of reading, crosswords and chores but nothing inspirational. The usual chores and pottering around. The good thing is that my sore rib from last week (bloody hedgehog) are easing. I did check the garden camera and picked up the record of the dead hedgehog and me burying it. Unfortunately there is no sign after that date of hedgehogs. I am pretty sure the one I buried was not our “regular” hedgehog but I need to have some proof before I start to put food in the hog canteen again. At the end of the day I take my meds and go to bed.
Sunday and I weigh in first thing and find I am 96.7 kilos, a loss of 0-7 kilos over the week. So far “no sweets, cakes or biscuits October” is working slowly but steadily. Warm coffee before getting up and then its breakfast with morning meds. My favourite way to start the day, bacon sandwiches, is probably a major contributor to my elevated cholesterol levels but some times there is a need to eat the unwise. With breakfast over I start on Christmas. This stemmed from an earlier conversation with my partner where we both agreed that we could easily get going on an Christmas and get it down early. With that in mind I dug out my journal with my Christmas card list in it and up dated it, calculated the number I need and the stampage. With that done I go to Amazon and order my cards for this year. I also discovered that I can buy stamps from Tesco so by Monday evening Amazon and Tesco will have equipped me to do my cards. I may well get the cards done and then send them as so as it does not feel to previous and will not create a “heart sink” moment in recipients rather that moment of festive skip of joy of getting something through the post other than all the crap flyers, junk mail and coercive sales pap that drops on our door mats all the rest of the year. I just my start sooner this year. What I will not do is write one of those “family letters” which manages to pack an entire years gossip, trivia and misery into two tightly typed pages and mentions obscure family relations that no one knows or is interested in. For some reason these sorts of letters err on the side of doom and gloom. Rarely do such happy events such as the neighbours rabbit having kittens or unexpected wealth get a mention. The closet they get is the sunny foreign holiday that has been had, which is a bit of a double edge sword if such sunny sourjons are out of ones own reach. I prefer the personalised note in each card that can reflect the individual nature of the relationship. On this day 2014 I finished reading the final novel of Marcel Proust’s In Search of Lost Time. It clearly made an impression as its the only set of novels that made it into my diary.
My partner goes to the gym and I draft the blog. All this culminates as England kick off against Fiji in the World Rugby Cup. What a game, and one England manage to win and progress into the semi finals. So the evening starts with Country File followed by Strictly results show and then the final quarter final of the rugby in which France take on South Africa. For me it will then be time to take my night meds and paracetamol in readiness for tomorrows early morning monthly injections. It will be a double injection this month to include B12. It will be another Monday on which I try to make the effort to train as well as continue with “no sweets, cake and biscuits” October.
