
Tuesday and I wake with my partner having gone to work so I take stock of how I am. I seem to have slept okay but feel I have few spoons today and so it turns out. After a breakfast I set about what I can do with the spoons I have, which is as follows, 1. clear the kitchen, 2. put the bins out, 3. Edit the final draft of The Caner Years: Breathless, which the Americans still have not got right much to my frustration. 4, take in the Tesco order and squirrel it a way, 5, train for 45 minutes and 6, finally organise my eldest grandsons birthday present.

I have nothing left by the evening so it becomes Rom Com night. Two unashamedly Rom Coms in a row that the household watch back to back while nibbling After Eight mints. All Rom Comed out the family go to bed while I draft the blog before downing my night meds and have shower. At last I get to bed and hope f or more spoons tomorrow.


