Sunday, a day of rest and preparation. So after a slow breakfast its out into the sunshine garden and a lot of garden pottering. My partner and I garden in bursts through the afternoon until I retreat to the sofa and watch a football match. Early evening I read a little more of my newly acquired poetry pamphlet before returning to the TV drama that is currently being watched. It is soon time to go through my night ritual of meds, finger splint and last minute chores like setting the dishwasher on its way. This night I add some paracetamol in anticipation of tomorrows 28 day injection.

Monday and its twenty eight day jab day. Its a day a loath. I am up early to shower and take my normal medication and go to the GP surgery where I bump into my brother in law before being called into the clinical room for my jab. It does not take long. I always think I might get away with it this time but inevitably I am proved wrong. I take a paper and croissants home where I share them with my partner on the patio as the sun is shining. My partner gardens as I firstly red and then open my post. There is a letter from someone I went to school with and is a big and welcome surprise. I set about filling out my application form for the Author’s Licensing and Collecting Society, apparently this writers organisation collects “secondary royalties” for authors works and pays them out twice a year. Strangely the application is hard copy only but once they accept me I cam go on line to add all things I’ve written for which I hold royalty and copyrights to. On the form I had to just provide one of my ISBN numbers to prove I am eligible to join. I am interested to see what happens next. In the same post my new bank account details arrive with the new debit card. All this means is that I have to make up two new files to go into my newly organised filing draw in the office.

By mid afternoon my injection site is getting sore, but I go to the post office to send off my application form and then return to the sofa to read more of Terry Pratchett’s Night Watch. I can feel my body increasingly trying to reject the mornings injection. By early evening I am very sore (always worse on the right hand side) and I drift into the evening. There is more reading, some TV and then I draft the blog, a terse and short addition. I take my meds and slouch off to bed hoping for sleep.