Saturday and the day is mainly rugby in all its forms. I watch the first game at 7 o’clock with coffee and bacon sandwiches. Everyone in the household goes out to do things like have their hair done, shop for Christmas or go to the gym. In between rugby games I set about mending the broken greenhouse. After a lot of juggling and replacing joints and connections the greenhouse is retuned to a good condition. It no longer leans or dips and contains the plants I am hoping will be ready for the Spring. Another tick on my to do list.
My youngest daughter who is visiting overnight returns from her shopping in town. She has bought us a present for the Christmas tree, which I instantly love. There will be a tree soon to be decked and these new additions will be right up the front of it.
There is more rugby and then as the sun goes down and the temperature dips, I force myself to change into my training gear, and head for the garage. I can only contemplate a half hour session on the rower and start out at a slow pace. As it turns out I manage to burn 400 calories.
I recover and slip into my Merlin robe to watch Strictly. It’s clear to me who should go, I hope there is justice this week. I finish watching SAS Rogue Heroes and then return to Match of the Day to watch my Brentford beat Manchester City with their first away win. I go to bed with a headache from too much screen time today.
Sunday, the household doesn’t wake up until gone 11 o’clock. I go and weigh myself as it is my Sunday truth slot. I weigh in at 97.8 Kilos. It’s a gain of 0.9 kilos, which after my week, that included time in York and a couple of missed training sessions, I am not surprised. All I need to do is focus and let Rocket do his work next week. There are warm drinks and conversation before I finally get up for breakfast. In an effort to get out my partner and I go to the garden centre to top up our vegetable and fruit. While there we wonder around looking for Christmas present ideas. We are not successful, but I do buy my festive ear stud collection to go with my Xmas jumper. Not classy but fun. My plan is to change my festive stud depending on my mood.
My partner and I move on to the next garden centre, known by us as Hagrid’s, where I buy more peanuts for the squirrels who are being very busy at the moment as autumn begins to bite. Once home I refill the bird feeders and the squirrel feeder that has been emptied quickly over the last two days. I also check Fort Hog and fill up the food bowl again. I am still not sure that it’s not next doors cat that is stealing the food. When everything is refilled, I take time to check the garden camera and I am pleased to find more pictures adn videos of the hedgehog on the night of the 10th-11th of this month, so the hog has not hibernated yet. My partner and I spend time ordering Christmas presents for family members and trying to make inroads to Christmas planning. The evening approaches and after tea we ready ourselves for the Strictly results show. The rest of the evening will pass with a Tesco order check and I will continue to take my pre-emptive pain killers in anticipation of tomorrows injection. Yep, it’s that time of month again. I have had the luxury of an extra week on this cycle as I forgot to order my drugs for last Monday, which made my trip to York far more pleasurable than it would have been.
