Friday and I am woken by my partner saying there is a chap at the door with a water meter in his hand. I am instantly in war mode as I am not having a water meter in the house. I ask pertinent questions and ascertain that the meter in the street that was put in back in 2019 as a replacement for an old style stop cock has come to the end of its working life, because the lithium battery has gone flat. Once I had got that I indicated my understanding and watched the two man team dig around the access flap in the street and responded to them when they waved to me when they had completed the job. I returned to bed to do my vitals and check my messages and socials.
I finally get up and make some breakfast before checking that the builder badgers are on course to arrive on Monday. I do some chores and just as my partner finishes work at lunchtime with the intention of us going to lunch I get a phone call from the electrician who wants to drop in to look at the kitchen lights that are not working. So delaying lunch I hang around for the electrician who arrives quite quickly. After some unravelling of the light fittings he determines that the transformer is dead. He researches what replacement is required and the cost. He checks the price with me and puts everything back and leaves promising to contact me as soon as the new part arrives.
My partner and I go out for lunch. We go to a farm that is a antiques centre as well. After a very strange route we arrive adn head for the tea rooms. The most notable thing is the stench of farmyard manure. We do however decide on the farms shepherds pie and warm drinks. Having eaten we do not stay to peruse the containers loaded full of old stuff surrounded by the pong of farmyard. Back home we put the cover back on the garden swing seat and pop to the shop to get a paper and confectionary. Of course my first activity is to do the days crosswords.
The evening rolls round and I consume a film and a TV series. Its all very vegetable on a sofa but I also spend some time getting ready for tomorrows poetry Stanza. Eventually I get to do my night meds and get to bed.
Saturday and its Stanza day, I make warm drinks for myself and partner. I check my vitals, which are all good, and look at my messages before getting up for breakfast. I start to print off today poems while my partner goes out to lunch with a friend. Its time to fill my drugs wallets for the next two weeks, a fiddly job but one of the routines that keeps me organised. The Stanza time comes around and I log in, there are quite a lot of people on the zoom meeting today so as I log in at 2pm I find several people already there. So for the next 3 hours I listen to new poetry, read my share out loud and have my contribution critiqued and commented on. There are some really bright people in this group and their interpretation are fascinating. I guess I am slowly becoming one of them, which may or not be be a good thing. This session has some really lovely poems in it, so it feels like time well spent and a good brain feed.
The meeting ends and I settle down to catch up with the blog and sink into the evening. There is food, conversation and TV before it gets to medication time and bed. Tomorrow I must train, where is the question, garage or gym?
