Friday, a free day at last, so I indulge in a bacon breakfast, coffee and the usual medication before checking emails and getting on with things. Things in this case means retreating to the shed and writing letters. I am finding new motivation to write by using both pen and brushes. There is something appealing about having pot of ink and a brush to hand when writing. I’m sitting writing the blog with two new brush rests sitting in front of me.
A morning passes quickly until lunch time calls. I have a quick smoothie and set about making a chicken and chorizo one pot for his evenings meal. This one was going to be a long slow cook so it goes into the oven at 1 o’clock to be ready for around 5 o’clock. Steeped in red wine and smoked paprika it will be delicious. My partner returns from her midday walk and collecting my drugs order from the chemist. It turns out that my 28 day injection is not there but they are promising it for Saturday morning. I returned to the shed and and decide to repaint my garden sculptures. I gather up my kneeling figures and bring them into the shed prepare them and then paint them with fresh black concrete paint. They come out well I think.
Before 
After 
Arty shot
I am so pleased with the out come that I decide to have a go at my Buddha head, so I heave the thing in to the shed almost immediately regretting my miscalculation of the weight of it. I get it up on the desk and set to painting it.
Before 
After
I clear away the paint and wash the brushes out and realise that I cannot go back in the shed and train on the bike without choking on the paint fumes. So today I return to the garage to the rower. I give it a hard 45 minutes on a lower resistance than yesterday and find myself setting yet another personal best for the time on that level. I’ve gone at it really hard and exceed my previous PB by 2 kilometres. That surprises me greatly but confirms that I am at last getting fitter.
Kilometres 
Time & Calories
The evening is of course started with the delicious one pot followed by a cracking rugby match with Scotland defeating France for the first time in Paris for over twenty years. I write the blog conscious that tomorrow I need to remember to get my injection, mend the hoover and see if the paint has dried.
