Monday, bloods Monday, so I am up early for me and by 8:30am I am at the GP surgery. I try to log in on the automatic system and fail. I am directed to the reception. The receptionist checks the booking system and finds that my 28 day jab has been booked in as a blood taking but todays blood test has not been booked. There is some admin magic done and I am asked to take a seat. I no sooner sat down and I was called in by the nurse. My bloods were taken quickly and I was soon home.

I had not been home long when Open Reach arrived to install fibre broad band. Because they needed a cherry picker to install the fibre cable the cars needed to be moved off the drive to make space for the cherry picker to be used. I park my car across the road while my partner takes hers to the gym. While the installers get to work drilling holes, fitting junction boxes and laying the fibre cable I spend my time going over the edited version of the next poetry collection. Its painstaking work as I have to go over every poem and the suggested edits made by my editor.

The fibre broad band is in and working by lunchtime, when my partner returns from the gym. We have lunch and then I return to my poetry editing. My partner goes to see her mother in the care home. The rest of my afternoon is spent editing until my partner returns and I find myself having a nap having reached the end of my editing.

My evening is all football, match after match as I wait for my blood results to come through. I am apprehensive, so much hangs on this set of results. I’m going to have decide whether I continue based on this set of results.

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