Monday, one of those Mondays, a jab Monday. I’m up early, shower and eat muesli and drink a coffee on the patio before driving down to the GP surgery. The nurse is very good and takes her time with the injection. I think a combination of prophylactic paracetamol and her care and consideration make a difference. I return home and retreat to the Shed to write letters and take a call from a friend. I write a couple of letters and pop into the house to find that the specialist lagging that I ordered had arrived. So as the household take a lunch time walk I re-lag the outside boiler out flow pipe work to stop it freezing in the winter. It goes reasonably well, but the proof will be in the winter. Its a wait and see situation.
Old lagging 
New fitting lagging.
I make a lunch time smoothie and return to the shed to write another letter and take another call. . I close up the shed and wander over to the post box to send my letters. I clear the kitchen and then take more pictures of my garden that again has given me new flowers. The sun has spurred everything into flowering.
I settle down to watch the recording of the Elders meeting that I missed while on holiday. At first it was good to see and hear the participants but I was not ready for a piece of shock news. A colleague in the therapeutic community fraternity has been diagnosed with oesophageal cancer and is waiting to start chemotherapy. I am taken aback and I am not sure what to think and then find that another of the group had had the experience of being diagnosed with cancer. I am stunned as I had just posted a letter to the person. I never knew. I suppose there is no reason why I would know if they wanted to keep it secret. In the background the buffoon Boris is blustering about COVID and the need for personal responsibility to avoid COVID. Somehow the two just do not compute. I cook a poor version of a Spanish omelette which the family eat on the patio before face timing our youngest daughter. She is in the process of buying a house so is going through the usual hoops of such a transaction. I clear the kitchen and then settle down to watch a programme about investigating people traffickers. Then its time to write the blog. Tomorrow I am going on a picnic at YSP.
