Tuesday and I wake up not quite as chipper as I was yesterday. I drink the hot water my partner brings me before she goes to the gym to do aqua aerobics. I read my messages and news feeds before taking my vitals. My blood pressure is still good and my heart rate is maintaining its lower rate. Eventually I get up and have pizza for a late breakfast along with my meds. I do the days crosswords and watch the women’s tennis from Queens. Over the course of the morning and afternoon I get to see two English women get through their first round matches. My partner returns for lunch and is then soon away to see her mother into the new care home. I continue to watch tennis and do odd cleaning chores. I find an interesting array of objects and bric-a-brac down the back of, and under the reclining sofa in the lounge. Amongst the debris was the pen top I had mislaid yesterday, so I am content with the outcome.

The garden guy arrives with a pick axe and sets about cutting back the bamboo that the neighbour had noted was up against their fence. The work goes well and in the end the bamboo is separated from the fence by a solid plastic membrane, which holds a pebble pit. There is no way the bamboo will clump that far again for at least seven or ten years, so it will not be any concern of mine. The garden guy then sets about weeding out the flower beds until he finally waved good bye.

All this time my partner and her brother were waiting for their mother to arrive at the new care home from the hospital recovery unit. At almost 5 o’clock there is still no sign of their mother being delivered to the care home. It appears that early evening is going to be the soonest. I continue to draft the blog and think about food for the evening and suspect that this might be a take away day. My evening will drift into the England women’s football qualifier against Ukraine tonight at 8 o’clock. While I wait to see how the evening is going to work out I get another version of the cover for my next poetry collection. The person doing the designing has done a really good job. There is a small tweak to make but I think the design is very clean and direct. I am happy with what will be the finished version.

It turns out that my partners mother does not get moved and the whole thing is delayed until tomorrow. So the evening slides by with two football matches and the final draft of the blog before I take my meds and go to bed hoping for continued recovery.