Thursday and I am up early for me but not before I take my vitals, that are good. I am dressed and ready to go out and down my morning meds on the way. The drive to my friends was uneventful and we moved on from there to a local estate which has a tearoom, craft shops and garden centre, however the first thig we did was walk to the lake to see the swans. The peacocks that I was looking forward to were not there, their pen had been grassed over and trees planted. We looked to see if they had been relocated but only found chickens. The tea room was our next port of call.

Having ordered a late breakfast we exchanged books. I gifted the rest of my poetry collections and in return I received Tom Hanks Uncommon Types, a collection of short stories with a typewriter theme, and Ray Bradbury’s The Illustrated Man. At last I have new brain food. We dined, chatted, caught up, shared some of what is going on for us, ate some more and finally, as the team were cleaning away the area headed for the art shops. Nothing there grabbed me and there was nothing in the garden centre that tempted me. By about 4 o’clock I was tiring so we left.

I drove home from my friends tired but very pleased I had made the effort, it had been a lovely day just doing ordinary things and chatting. Once home I felt very tired from the day and caught up with my partner who had also had a long work day. While waiting for tea to come together I started to draft the blog. I was hoping to have more energy to spend but the tiredness has crept up on me. I suspect I shall have an early night with a mixture of football, book and meds. I am slightly nagged as to why the cardiac boys and girls want to see me again but as they do not want to see me until December it cannot be that urgent.