Friday and I wake up and feel reasonable, but alas this is short lived. I take my vitals, which are okay, and then I check my messages, emails, and social media. The news feeds are full of the local elections, I can’t get excited, the journalists are just so over the top, every thing is hyped, its sad really. I book a Tesco slot for Sunday and throw things into the basket before finally getting out of bed. I cook myself a late breakfast and then find I am already out of energy. My partner goes out with her brother to buy a TV to take to her mother in hospital.

I try to rally and sort out some deliveries and then spend time laying on the floor clearing out debris from under my end of the sofa. Amongst the retrieved objects are a knife and a chocolate cream. It appears the Borrowers had no interest in my lost debris. I keep an eye on the election as I start to draft the blog. I am assuming that I will be watching the hundred birthday celebrations of David Attenborough. Personally I am more interested in his collection of Picasso ceramics that his family picked up when they were on holiday near Picasso’s studio.

I cook my famous one pot smoked paprika chicken and put it in the oven for tea. I rest back on the sofa until the local florist delivers the flowers I ordered for my partner earlier in the day. Shortly afterwards my partner returns home to her flowers. The evening arrives, the family eat and I watch several episodes of a European detective drama. I take my meds and go to bed, I feel exhausted, this cycle is being rough.