Monday and I wake to the sound of my youngest grandson having a bit if a morning cry. It does not last but it spurs me to get up, take my morning meds and eat bacon sandwiches with the family for breakfast. With that done its time for me and my youngest grandson’s father to get to work putting together the racking that I have bought for the new storage shed. There are three sets to put together and on opening the first box it looks like there are no instructions apart from a picture on the packaging. We set off putting the stuff together with the tiny hammer that was in the box until we come across a set of instructions slipped between the shelving boards. We make every mistake possible on the first set but by the time I have got the soft flooring mallet and WD40 from the garage we are flying. After a drinks and ice cream break we cruise through the work and by lunch time the racking is done and ready. The racks are placed up against the house to store them for the week and the shelves get put in the summer house for safe keeping. Ironically half way through the process there is a phone call from the shed supplier reminding me that I owe the half the cost of the new shed.

With the job done and the tools put away my grandson and his parents leave to journey home. My intention was to have a quiet afternoon to recover but I suddenly find myself ordering train tickets for my son and his family from London to Leicester for their visit from Sweden in a few days time. Apparently Swedish cards were not being accepted by the ticket agency. So I order the tickets and get them sent to my son. In the middle of this I start getting texts from my publishing folk at Ruler’s Wit as they get into my Amazon publishing account to load up The Cancer Years; Ordinary Brave. There is a lot of toing and froing but it seems we are almost there. There will be a slight delay before it becomes available on Amazon but it should not be long. My partner and I drive to the local garage to fill her new car with petrol and return just in time to receive the Tesco delivery.

Early evening arrives and I eat tea with the family and whilst doing so mend my partners i-watch with a tiny drop of super glue. In a final fling of energy I install the new squirrel feeder and then retreat to the recliner as my partner goes for her singing lesson and I start to draft the blog. Its going to be a slow evening as I have no energy left. The coming days are going to be trick as the dentist looms, we have a visitor for a night, and I have some bloods to be done alongside some other stuff to be done. June started out as an empty month and has got busier and busier. I am hoping that there is going to be a new poetry collection to give copies of to the oncology team on the 25th, then I can spend time with my sons family from Sweden.