Saturday and I wake up feeling quite chipper after yesterdays celebrations. My partner brings me a hot water and before long we are both up, me having checked my vitals and socials, all good. Today is a tricky day as its today I plan to submit my tax return. First I set right all the things that got blown over by store Eowyn and while I am at it I refill the squirrel and bird feeders. With the kitchen cleared I can no longer avoid doing the work to prepare to put my tax return in. I spend ages ploughing through my bank statements to calculate one of my pensions over the relevant year and making up an account book to record it all. Once I have the figures I fire up the main office computer and log into the HMRC site and my account. Once I am into the account I follow the prompts and then spend a lot of time checking and making sense of the figures that HMRC are automatically filling for me. Eventually I am satisfied and push the send button. When I run off all the acknowledgements and calculations the all wise HMRC tell me they owe me money, which is a pleasant and welcome surprise. I just hope they respond to my plea to be exempt from future self assessments.

I celebrate this annual torture by brewing real coffee and nibbling a couple of the Italian biscuits that were bought at the delicatessen yesterday. With the tasks of the day done I settle down to watch a double header of rugby till the evening meal and the slide into an evening of media entertainment. I’ve already sorted out the medications I need to omit for this coming Thursday’s operation and ordered a new track suit and trainers prior to renewing my acquaintance with the weights machines at the gym. I have decided that I need to try and put some muscle back on as the older I get the more difficult this becomes as I get older. So eventually it will be time for night meds and bed.