Saturday and I wake groggy, not sure why but I take time taking my vitals and getting up for breakfast. With my morning meds down me I start to contemplate the Christmas decorations. I seek out the boxed tree in the garage and bring it into the lounge where I fit the parts together. As it is a tree that folds down it can be sited away from the TV and in a defined space. Of course it is also symmetrical which makes life so much easier. Having got the tree erected its time to put the new light on it, however this is not to be easy. I find the new ten metre string of lights has been put into the packaging in what is the equivalent of a Gordian knot. It takes me, my partner and my eldest a considerable time to disentangle the mass of wire. Eventually the light are in a string that can be put on the tree. With the first lights on its time to get up into the loft to bring down the Christmas boxes.

With the boxes down and open I am able to sort out two more sets of lights and get then draped around the tree. With the illuminations up everyone sets about dressing the tree stating with the drops and the baubles that have been gifts over the years, after that comes the more run of the mill baubles. Of course Red Sonia, the families traditional tree fairy, sits atop the tree. With the tree lit and dressed the family start on the stairs and the dining room. With every thing done the Christmas boxes get packed up with the unused decorations and it is down to me to get them back into the loft.

With all the decorations done there is a brief rest before tea and the evenings highlight, the Strictly Final. The family settled down on the recliners and watched for two and a half hours, a great final which was won eventually by the great British Public voting for the blind guy, not the best dancer but the contestant that the public could not believe was possible. The rest of the evening is full of Blindspot to the end of series two, when magically the main characters tattoos, the major reason for the series suddenly are shown to glow, revealing another level of tattoos. It had to happen as there are at least another four seasons of this drama. My prediction is that the series will now become more and more far fetched and beyond the suspension of belief. I take my night meds and go to bed hoping for a decent nights sleep.

Sunday also starts slowly but quite early. I take my vitals and then have breakfast while my partner packs and gets ready to go to Birmingham to spend time with a friend. We both putter about until lunch time and then I give my partner a lift to the railway station. My late afternoon is spent listening to the Scottish cup final as I draft the blog. My evening is spent getting ready to travel north tomorrow and watching football. My meds wallets have been topped up and everything I need to function has been packed into my travelling office backpack and my usual survival kit put together, not to mention the clothes that will keep me warm and looking reasonable. So a relatively early night , meds taken and everything double checked for my first solo trip of the year.