
Thursday and I wake to find my partner up and about. I dawdle and take my vitals (all good) and check my messages and emails. By the time I get up the sun is out and there is button research to do. I take my morning meds augmented by the Vitamin D and join the hunt for button shops that are open. Normally it would be a quick trip into to the city but its a bit of a flog so the search moves to closer to home. There is a button shop in the next village so my partner and I drive over to it. After some tricky navigating we arrive at the shop to find it is closed on a Thursday! Why? Why close on a Thursday and be open the rest of the working week? Its a mystery. A quick re Google shows that there is another button shop close, in fact very close by, so we walk to it and end up buying two sets of buttons. Its a strange little shop with the proprietor stitching a quilt together on a big work surface as counter. I cannot believe that it makes money, but clearly it must do business enough.
We return home via a garden centre where I get something to eat before returning home. To my surprise and joy there is a letter for me from a friend. So I sit and read it over and over. It is full of observations and news and sharing of how the current world is being seen. Its a real pleasure and I savour it. Having spent the morning button hunting I have to train, I do not feel like it but as I am away over the weekend I will not have a chance to train. I also need to work off the stiffness in my arm where I had my booster COVID jab yesterday. Once in my training kit I get into the garage and get onto the rowing machine. I cannot face an hour session so select to go for forty five minutes. Its a tough session to get going in even with a running music session in my ears that is meant to motivate me. My body feels sluggish and the distance tells me that I am struggling to get any rhythm going. BY the end of the session I am just glad to have it over with, but at least I managed to sneak over the 8 kilometre mark.

After the session I sit and record it in my journal before getting into my gardening gear. I spend a while putting some pea netting up for the sweet peas that have been put in on a couple of pots. As I am putting up more netting the garden guy arrives so I stop my netting activity and make him a coffee. We chat for while and plan a bit more of the garden revival. I leave him chatting to my partner and finish my netting and then return to the sofa where I start to draft the blog with an early football match on the TV in the back ground.
The evening is sunny and during it there is food and football and the initial packing for tomorrows journey to the hotel as the first step of our weekend away. Tonight will be the last night in my own bed for three nights, a prospect that I always find a bit of a challenge, I think it is the travel I am wary of as I am never quite sure how I am going to travel. Sometimes it is not a problem at all other times it feels a bit tricky in terms of how confident I am in my body. It just seems to be one of the things that comes along with the cancer no matter what the arithmetic tells me. So it will be off to bed with my night meds and my finger splint on for a nights sleep in a familiar bed. All the while waiting for inspiration to strike me.


