Saturday and I am away and more itchy scratchy than ever. I do my vitals, that are all okay and then get up. At some point my partner and I go to the supermarket to gather up the things we need for our eldest daughter’s birthday tomorrow. With the goodies stored and the crosswords done I am still restless and ill at ease, in an attempt to focus I wrap birthday presents, whilst my eldest daughter is out. In a final fling of the dice I decide to train, its the last thing I want to do, but its all I can think of to shake myself. I get ready and go to the garage. In for a penny in for a pound so I set up for an hours row. I have the test match, England v India in my ears as I set off with my first pull and that first pull tells me it is going to be a long hour. It is a tortuous hour but I do get to the end of the session. Its a terrible row, well below par but it is done.

So I get into my evening feeling tired but pleased to have trained. I watch Saved by Ruby a true story of a Canadian K9. It is a story of a trooper who was desperate to be a dog handler but had to get his own dog, train it and prove himself, and his dog was up to it. Heart rending eh. It was the real life pictures of the dog and the handle at the end that were fascinating. And so to bed via night meds and the finger splint which I shall now wear only 3 more times. I am desperate for sleep.

Sunday and its my eldest daughter’s birthday. I take my vitals and get up to shower. While I wait to leave for the lunchtime restaurant I draft a reply to my intended publishers as I have changed my mind about what I am going to do next. Lunch time arrives and we head off to the local restaurant. The meal is very tasty and I finished off with my favourite Affogato with a shot of Amarreto. Back home my daughter elects to have presents after the England v Spain women’s football final, so we re watch Safed by Ruby and I draft the blog until kick off time.

England win! It takes a penalty shoot out but they do it. There is much whooping and the family eat birthday chocolate cake. My Eldest daughter opens her birthday presents and seems happy with them. We are all exhausted after the penalty shoot out, so a cheese and pickle sandwich seems in order and finishing the drafting of the blog. A Tesco order is put together and finalised before I take my night meds and head for bed. Tomorrow is a day of getting on with things as I finally seem to have got through the aftermath of my injection on Monday Its taken longer this time to get through the side effects, I am not sure why I am just thankful I have.