Sunday and I wake quite early to find my partner has headed for the kitchen and is already putting in a pork joint into the slow cooker for pulled pork in about twelve hours time. I set about assessing how I am and how I am is still sore and feeling grim. I check my vitals and they are okay. I get up and have breakfast and then prepare to go to the garden centre to buy a garden kneeler for my partner and a new mallow to go in the front flower bed. My partners efforts in the cold frame has borne a big crop of cosmos and its time to plant them out.

On return from from the trip I get into my gardening clothes and gather up the necessary tools and materials to go planting. The next few hours saw my partner and I planting, tidying and sorting out things in the garden. Everything was done and dusted by 4 o’clock, which was kick off time for the last day of the football season. Of course I watch a match and at the end of play the long long slow cook of the pulled pork is done. It was a real pleasure to have simple pulled pork buns just like I liked at rugby matches. The evening slides in and I end up watching a really crap Keanu Reeves film before taking my night meds and getting myself off to bed feeling extremely tired.

Bank Holiday Monday and I wake at about 8o’clock and promptly fall asleep again to surface again some two hours later and immediately know I have every few spoons (energy) to spend today. I feel drained before I start to do anything, and today is a day I had said I would train. I take my vitals that are okay but my blood pressure monitor is running low on battery. My partner goes to the gym and I get into my training kit. Instead of training I clear the kitchen, retrieve sowing trays for the cold frame and have breakfast. There comes a point where I can no longer put of the training session, especially when you know its going to be a tough one and just plain bad. I get myself into the garage and onto the rowing machine. I then decide that for some reason I will go for a 45 minute session. I start slow and hope to warm up, I don’t and the session turns out to be as tough as I thought it might be. A below par distance and calories burn.

I record the session and then take a time to walk around the garden with my partner. There are new flowers coming out almost every day. It is such a gift to be given new flowers almost every day.

With the garden walk finished I settle down to do the editing on the next poetry collection. Its a long job and requires focus, which means its slow work for me with little energy. I’m part way through by tea time. Once I have eaten I return to the editing and eventually get to the end. While I have energy I get it sent to my new editing team with one or two additional bits of information. Then its onto drafting the blog. It feels like I am recovering from my monthly jab, which is just as well as it feels that there is a busy week ahead. So I head towards my night meds, nocturnal finger splint and bed in the hope that tomorrow I wake up with more energy and less feeling of frustration.