Wednesday and I wake up thinking about the continued organising of the office. I go through my getting up routines including my vitals (all good) and then I get up and get straight into my training gear. Of course breakfast comes first and then I get to clearing and reorganising the shelves in the office. Its full of old reports and assessments of services that I have done over the years. They included prisons, therapeutic communities and mental health units so I have to go through them all to take out everything that could identify the services or individuals, so that I can put some stuff in the recycling and set aside the stuff that I will need to have destroyed. It takes hours to do. Eventually I have done so much throwing out that I can once again refit two of the shelves that had been taken out.

Eventually I am can do no more, I need others to sort out their stuff before I can sort out my filing draw and other areas. So having beavered away for so long I have no option but to finally get round to training. I get myself into the garage and onto the rowing machine. I am already knackered before I start my thirty minute session. Sessions at the end of the afternoon are always more taxing and difficult and this one was no different. As a result I do not make my desired 6 kilometre distance.

I finish the session to find that the household has gone out so I get changed and prepare to watch a football match while eating my order in curry. That is basically it for the day apart from taking my night meds and donning my finger splint before going to bed. Tomorrow will be another day of office organisation and reclaiming, I am now determined to get this done before Easter weekend so I can start using it again and get down to writing people letters again and stop organising my life off the end of the sofa like I have been doing for the last five years.