Thursday and I’ve stuff to do and probably not enough spoons to do it all, so I take my vitals (all good) and get up and straight into my training gear. With my morning meds taken I head for the garage and my rower. I get myself strapped in and set a session for 45 minutes and then I go for it. I’m tired of being careful all the time so I up my rate and get on with it. The outcome is very pleasing, in fact spectacular. I get further than before on this cycle of exercise and at the 30 minute mark I had done a 1000 strokes, this is good.

Once I have recorded my session I clear the kitchen and make breakfast. With a good start to the day I gather spades and a rake and head for the front garden. I level up the pile of chippings left by the stump grinding and move all our bins to a better location. By the time I am finished I’m knackered, so I get the tools away and retreat to the sofa for a rest. A bacon sandwich later I’m feeling more chipper. The afternoon is spent writing letters. I make my usual trip to the post office and pick up a paper so that I can do the days crosswords, another successful day without the use of Google to complete them. The evening comes around and I am fit for nothing apart from an early football match, a film and one episode of All Creatures Great and Small before drafting the blog.

Night meds get taken and I am off to bed knowing that tomorrow I have a morning trip to the GPs for my autumnal COVID and Flu vaccine jabs. Hopefully that will be all the jabs I ned to see me through the winter. I feel like a dog going for its jabs. All I have to do is to remember to train tomorrow, a loosener after todays good effort. I have to say things seem to be going well, dare I hope to spread my wings again?