Thursday, I wake to my eldest daughters birthday so there is covert wrapping to do and dining out in the evening. In between there was stuff. Chores and bits & pieces which shows how much my brain is fatigued and not functioning a the moment. I managed to find some excellent socks as presents which I share with you here because they cheered me and my eldest daughter up no end.

Friday has been a day of shredding more old documents, getting the car M.O.T’d (successfully), doing my washing and wondering why my head is not working properly. I pondered this as I was filling my dugs wallets for the next two weeks. All my vitals are good morning and afternoon, and England’s women beat some foreign country in the football as I organised my drugs. I tried writing a poem, a sort of construction thing as I sat in the café waiting for my MOT to be done. That was a disaster, as nothing in my head connected to anything I feel, in fact there was a distinct lack of flow or inspiration. It’s becoming a real effort to draft the blog. I yawn and my limbs do not know what to do with themselves. All I want to do is eat chocolate to comfort myself. I’m fatigued, I take my meds and slouch off to bed wondering if this is the time to try cocaine, there cannot be many years left in my septum. Plan after getting cancer was to live to 75 and see my second grandson born and then get on with the next five year plan, but the 5 year plan has become a bit vague. Sunshine would help.