Monday and its a jab Monday. I get up, shower, clear the dishwasher and take my morning meds. I take my partner a tea and then move my car off the drive as today is also shed delivery day. With this flurry of activity done I head for the GP surgery. I meet a friend their and we chat about extensions and how getting older we have body charts where we mark off the bits of us that have required attention. He is here to have bloods taken and I am here to have my 28 day jab. He goes in first and then I follow when I am called by an unfamiliar nurse. This not good news as my regular nurse knows what a large and sticky injection my Firmagon is.

As I suspected this nurse is not a Firmagon expert so when it comes to jabbing me with the stuff there is a moment of hesitation followed by a comments about it not wanting to go in. I make idle chat about how much of it there is and it is always a slow job getting it all in and mention, what feels like, the duck egg lump I get left with after the jab. Eventually there is an “ah ha that’s better” as she gets the hang of it. She tapes a cotton wool ball on my gut and then books me in for the next one. I leave and and saunter home collecting a paper and some goodies on the way.

Once home I settle down to do the days cross words and as I am almost through them the Shed delivery flatbed parks up on the drive and one bloke gets out. There is the ceremonial giving of a cup of tea, a passing of the niceties and then single handed he start to unload the van. He carries large panels single handed to the garden, spots dog poo, (we have no dog), and asks for the washing line to be taken down. I offer help but he says he will only need help with the doors. He gets on with it, while I hover and he manages. I do try to help with the side with the doors on but I am no help and he does it on his own mostly from then on. It seems to me to be cruel and thoughtless to send one man to move all the panels and to erect a 8 x 7 shed on his own.

I notice he is unloading roofing felt and go out to him to ask what he is doing as I ordered a solid roof specifically to avoid having to re-felt the roof in future years. He rings the company and there is a conversation at the end of which it is agreed that the roof will be solid but will need to be ordered and arrive in about a week, in the mean time it will be felted and I will not be charged extra. By a quarter past one he was gone.

Over the next hour I sweat and get the flooring down and the racking installed complete with shelves. Its a bit of wrestle as the WD40 used to ease the racking joints together has made them slippery and I had to re-erect one of the racking units. Eventually I get them in and lock up the new shed, I am tired and getting sore from my jab, I will relocate my garden tools later when it is cooler. For now I am pleased.

I put the washing line back up and clear away the tools and then find key rings for the shed keys. With this done and my partner home from the gym we sit and have a late lunch snack and I start to draft the blog. Before I can get going though my partner and I check that our computer system is working on Teams by her sending me a call onto my laptop. There are sound issues but we eventually get everything working so that my partner can do her singing lesson tonight. Half way through this Tesco deliver so its all hands to the pump to squirrel everything away and I can resume drafting the blog. Interspersed with this activity a meeting is arranged with Ruler’s Wit who I think I now have to call my publishers.

By the early evening meal I am taking paracetamol to ward of my injection soreness and the growing side effects, but I am still hopeful of getting something’s into the new shed this evening. What does not get moved tonight will have to wait till tomorrow and whether I feel up to it. I need to put in the hanging beam to accommodate the garden tools like spades and hoes but other stuff can be put in out of the weather. No doubt I shall dose up with paracetamol tonight in order to sleep as well as I can tonight, I already feel myself short of spoons and needing to rest.