Thursday and I am tired right from the start of the day. Its cancer treatment tired at the end of of my 28 day injection cycle. I recognise it now on a regular basis, it means I have very few spoons of energy to spend so will have to prioritise what I do today. It means a late rising and a slow start to the day. So by the time I have cooked breakfast and cleared away its almost 11 o’clock. I pack my overnight bag in readiness for tomorrows travel to my youngest daughters to see my youngest grandson over his second birthday weekend. With that out of the way I prepare to go to the post office to send a letter that I wrote yesterday.
I am accompanied to the post office by my partner and eldest daughter. My partner is seething as the delivery driver who delivered a birthday book in a brown paper envelope has obviously just thrown it over the gate where is has got saturated and ruined. So its going back with some strong feedback to Evri whose delivery person it was who was too fucking idle to open the gate and put it in the porch. I think I have captured the appropriate level of irritation. My eldest daughter was desperately seeking a bag big enough to contain a huge cuddly toy dog that gives birth to four puppies. With all our missions complete we return home.
Once home I do the days three crosswords as I sit on the sofa to cool down. The tiredness comes with hot flushes, which are a pain in muggy weather. With the crosswords done, all without the aid of Google to day, I take my partner out for drinks and sandwiches before popping into the garage to check the car tyres and fill the tank before tomorrows drive to the forest of Dean. So with all the preparations for travel done I return home and once again retreat to the sofa to cool down only to be interrupted by the garden guy arriving, who needs squash, instruction and money before I can begin to draft the blog.
Apart from being interrupted by a squirrel on the front garden the day has been one of mundane preparation but in fairness the squirrel was rather appealing. No sign of yesterdays hedgehog yet.
My evening will be geared to two things. One watching the English women’s football team take on Sweden in the European quarter final and two, getting to bed as soon as possible tonight so as to rise early and travel in the morning. Simple ambitions, what could possibly go wrong.
