Friday and I wake up in my own bed and immediately I read some more of my new book Perfume. I read until I realise I need to shift myself to the GP surgery for my bloods to be done. I get to the surgery on time and soon I have a needle in my vein. I get home and while I drink coffee I start to compose the notifications of death cards that need to be sent. It takes a while to find the right form of words and layout. I notice that my blood letting vein is more bloody than usual so spray it with plastic skin. I take some time out to do the crosswords and to have a bite to eat. I drive to the printers in the next village. You can tell its a posh village because there is absolutely no where to park and the pubs are full with locals.

I do the business with the printer and then return home to continue working on the funeral organisation. I choose music for the funeral. Mozart to enter to, Roderigo for reflection and Vivaldi to leave and enter the world again. I guess I decline during the rest of the day as my tiredness catches up with me. By the evening I am tired and watch TV zombie like apart form face to face call with my youngest daughter. I usually stay up to see my blood results on line but today I can’t rustle up the energy or enthusiasm. I go to the night in hope of sleep and dreams that are kind.