Thursday arrives and I am up early and showered ready to go and see my hand physiotherapist. I take my morning meds and then drive off to see what the arithmetic on my hand is going to be. It turns out that I am doing well, my finger is continuing to straighten and I have more elasticity in my joints but I have a hard scar L shape on the inside of my ring finger which is being slow to soften or stretch. I discuss my options with the physio and I agree to see her in a months time to be remeasured, she massages the scar and provides me with a new piece of latex to wear on the scar at night. She also adjusts my finger splint. It appears that at the 6 month mark it will be as good as it gets so until then I will continue to do my finger exercises, wear my night splint and keep massaging the scar regularly. Basically it is good news.

I drive home and make myself a fried egg sandwich and a hot water, which I take out onto the patio and eat with my partner. While in the sunshine I do the days crosswords and then when my partner has gone to get her hair done I set about building the cold frame that has been sitting in the hall way all boxed up. Its a fairly straight forward job but as always there is a bit of juggling to be done in order to get the first part of the frame stable and lined up properly. Eventually it is complete but on the patio. The garden guy comes later to cut the grass and helps me mount it on the bricks where it is going to be permanently in the garden.

I am out of spoons by the time I have completed the build and binned all the packaging so I take a time out and have a bit of a rest until the garden guy arrives. We chat and then he cuts the grass which makes a huge difference to the look of the garden before helping me lift the cold frame into place. By now I am out of spoons (energy) and decide to hang my washing out tomorrow as its going to be sunny. I do however take a picture of my magnolia that has come out in flower in the last forty eight hours just as the cherry blossom begins to fall.

Finally I retreat to the sofa and command Alexa to play me meditation music and I then begin to draft the blog. The evening is upon me as the garden guy waves good bye and I can smell the new mown grass. Its light and sunny still but mind has already turned to tomorrow and the need to get on with clearing out the office and getting the life admin organised all in one place. As I am thinking about this the Amazon guy delivers a new soap dish, the old one is just disgusting and to ensure some future proofing the new one has “soap” written on it!

Of course the most important thing in my life right now is that the bastard Trump has made my poetry collections a dollar more expensive for discerning Americans. I am planning my response and what action I might take, as a private citizen all I can do is not buy anything American, which I suspect might be quite tricky, but if I come across any Americans I will see them as fair game.

There is no sport on TV tonight so it will be time to read or watch something on TV but to be honest I am running out of options that are partner compatible. So to night I shall down my meds, strap on my adjusted finger splint and hope for a good nights sleep to set me up for tomorrows training session and dinner with some friends later on. It will be good to chat to some non house hold people again, that will be two days running, I am almost becoming social again!