Sunday and I crawl awake at about 10:30. Missed coffee is cold by the bed. I get up and go to the village shop for a couple of newspapers while my partner prepares a bacon bagel and fresh coffee. A long call with our youngest on the i-pad before we head for my partners mother to see her and to chat with her carer. She is looking well and appears to be ready to set a new Zimmer frame sprint record. Good care seems to be working well and setting her well on her way to her 93rd birthday. We return home to coffee cake and coffee on the patio. While sipping coffee I mend a car key. New battery and re-tensioned contact springs, easy really. We unpack the CO detector which we intend to take on holiday, apparently AirBnb recommend it. So in the unlikely event that I am saved from CO poisoning in the middle of a pandemic lets all be pleased. I start the holiday rituals, getting the cases out, ordering socks,checking I’ve got enough swim wear and thinking about what I am going to wear. I mend the zipper on my case and retreat to the lounge. Soon dinner is called and then I settle down to read the papers and get my appointment letter out for tomorrows bone scan. I had forgotten that this scan means getting loaded with radioactive crap and have to wander around for three hours before going back and being scanned. I have to avoid pregnant women for 24 hours. Should not be too much of an issue. So this evening we sit and watch a film about a single father bringing up his daughter called Fatherhood. Imaginative tittle.

I’m tired of this shit but my options are limited. So tomorrow I’ll plough on.