Sunday and I wake up slightly groggy but lay in until breakfast time. My partner and I have breakfast and I down my meds. With a small break my partner and I go out to view some of the village scarecrows. I am experiencing a lot of fatigue and my walking round the village turns out to be quite a trial but it got me out adn about for a while. As usual there are some notable scarecrows and of course we visit the one by our friends who live in the village. One group of houses work on a theme of 101 Dalmatians, which they encouraged children to find and count. Others were just self explanatory. Here of some.

I return home while my partner gets some shopping and recover on the garden swing seat, where I am joined later by my partner bearing Danish pastries. We chat for a while and I then return to the sofa. I have a bad head ache and down some paracetamol and curl up on the recliner to doze for a while. The TV is on in the background with a combination of cricket, rugby and finally it drifts into end session of the world athletics.

My evening is going to be slow as I try to work my way out of this bloody headache. I suspect it is going to be an early night for me. I have a busy week ahead of me so I am hoping I get myself together quickly. There is a night away at a concert to enjoy and then a combined visit by my new grandson and my partner’s mother’s 95 birthday party to enjoy. So I need to be up to par.