Thursday and the second day of autumn. Its up for breakfast with my partner and so Saturday planing and shopping list construction to be done. I get washing in to do and then we go to shop for weekend food. It’s a while since we have shopped on any scale at our local supermarket. Of course it means we can compare the prices with the chain that provide our delivery. It is interesting to see how big a discrepancy there is between some of the prices for the same goods. We gather what we need and head home. I’ve acquired a runny nose and get some Actifed down me, which traditionally works for me. No temperature. After doing some admin work I do a rapid flow test. Negative, so I am not COVID infested. My washing is now dry so I set about putting it away and clearing away my clothes from the spare room so that my youngest daughter and boyfriend can settle in tomorrow when they arrive. I get a call from a friend and have a long chat about all sorts of things from work to domestic chores. I get myself ready to train and attend to my nail needs before setting off to the garage to train. I was going to bike today but swapped to the rower at a higher resistance. It turned out to be hard session as my body was remembering the effort it made yesterday.
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As soon as I am changed post training I get my eldest daughter in the car and give her a lift to her flying fitness session. While she is learning new skills I sit in the car and read The Fourth Shore by Virginia Bailey for just over and hour. I suspect that I may have fallen asleep for a while as I’m not finding the read one that grips me, but I will persevere, after all I am going to meet the author in November so it feels only fair to make an effort. I get home to find my partner in mid singing lesson so I crack on and make my favourite tuna past and settle down to watch England beat Hungary 4-0 in a word cup qualifier match. For me it is the blog next against the background of TV news. One item makes me incensed, it is of course the bloody Americans, Texans to be precise and their new law that makes abortion for any reason after six weeks illegal. The pernicious self righteous religionist right wing is a cancer that champions ignorance and superstition as a life choice and style, and America has it in abundance. Tomorrow is a spar day, all I want is a massage and time in a steam room to forget that Texas exists and to celebrate the second anniversary of my first chemotherapy.
