Thursday, a work day and a day on which the sun shines. Breakfast and drugs get me to be in front of my laptop screen ready for a quick meeting with a colleague via a quick call from a friend. The meeting is short but business like, which gives me time to get some of my ice hockey jerseys in to wash. This is a rest day from the ice hockey world championships and there is no football or rugby on to watch so I might as well wash my kit. Some new lights for my fish tank arrive so I set about hoovering the dust and food out of the light hood and install a new light tube. The fish are really pleased and wave enthusiastically at the tank. Its lunch time and I take a turn round the village with my partner before hosting an Open Forum for work. It goes well but today we sent a message to say that June the 17th will be the last one. I take time out for a leisurely coffee and the pleasure of reading a letter from a friend who like many are finding their way back into the world. I toy with buying more plants for the garden but resist in favour for a stint in the garage. So I get into my training gear and strap myself into the rower for 45 minutes on a lower resistance so as to be kind to the back I tweaked yesterday. The good thing about rowing is that I can take calls on my head set at the same time which is always very welcome.
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I go from rowing to collecting my washing off the line in the garden and the onto my favourite Thursday meal, tuna pasta. While my partner has her online singing lesson I take to the shower and tend to my surgery wound on my face, which I learned today will have its stitches removed next Thursday. I settle down to read Shuggie Bain the 2020 Booker Prize winner. My god its unrelentingly depressing so far, if it goes on like this I’ll not make it to the end. Suddenly I get a text telling me that my tree man is coming to do the work we agreed tomorrow and that he will rat tat tat on my door at 8am. This means a quick trip to the neighbours to let them know what is going on and to let them rejoice in the extra light their garden will receive. They seem happy and content for the team to go into their garden if necessary. I return to the miserable Shuggie Bain and soon return to the blog. An early night for me as I have a swing seat to move in the morning before tree man start their work.
