Saturday and I am up making teas and and getting ready to go to the chemist to get my injection for tomorrows GP appointment. We walk down to the chemist and pick up the medication and a paper. Back home to drop stuff off and we drive off again to the garden centre to get bacon, lasagne and treats for tomorrow. The garden centre is a strange array of premature flowers raised in greenhouses and likely to die in the still cold weather, while the butcher does a roaring trade and the mini Sainsburys allows us to top up with bagels. By the time we get home and settle for breakfast the morning is almost gone. I eat the remainder of last nights chicken one pot and drink copious amounts of fresh coffee. I go to the shed to check on the garden sculptures I painted yesterday. They are dry so I put them back in their allotted places, to shine. I think they look good. I good decision to do them.
With the sculptures back in position I clean up the desk space in the shed and retreat to the house, where the hoover is waiting to be mended. I get in to the kitchen and find that my eldest daughter has been busy and created a small poster for our fridge.
One of the endearing things about our household is that occasionally these art surprises appear spontaneously. I set about the sickly Hoover, which of course is actually a Dyson. It works when in its basic configuration but does not when the hose extension is used, its a mystery. So I set about taking it apart and deploy an array of tools and lubricants to free parts of it and inspect the beast. It turns out that feeding the Dyson with pennies gives it constipation. None of my tools will free the coin so I resort to using a stick! It works. A fortune in tools and it takes a bamboo stick to do the job. So after a lot of time and exploring the Dyson gets fixed and of course I test it out on the ground floor to check it works okay. It does and due to all the lubricating and freeing of wheels it glides like new.
So the wizardry over I clear away the tools and get ready to train. Today its the bike so its back to the shed, but I pick up the last garden sculpture that needs repainting and set it up ready to be painted on the shed desk before I train. I put in a big effort and I am rewarded with a good session. I am pleased with this as it is my last training session before resting tomorrow and then the 28 day injection on Monday. It feels like the end of a cycle which has come good. Come Monday and the injection I will have a couple of bad days and I start over again to get back to training well and recovering my fitness. Even though I have started taking Paracetamol the day before and for a further two days the injection still makes me tired, sore and demotivated.
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Having toweled down and slipped on a T shirt post session I set to painting the last garden sculpture. It comes out quite well and I leave it to dry over night.
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I clean up and change before settling down to Lasagne and salad and then watch a documentary on Paloma Faith. Bright and underestimated, typical of a lot of working class people. Often seen as strange, but mostly more up front. I write the blog to the accompaniment of the end of Creed and Rambo Uncut, obviously a Stallone night. Tomorrow is my rest and paracetamol day, I’m hoping for sunshine and a chance to be in my garden rewiring solar panels for the pond pump. Just another lazy Sunday.
