Friday and it still snowing. I have coffee, get up and then have breakfast and my morning meds. I look out over my front garden and all my crocus and narcissus are drowned in snow. Here and there a single stem waves like a flag of spring.

I go to the Shed and spend my morning writing letters. At lunch time I take a break and then returned to the Shed to finish my letters. When finished I return to the house and pick up my Amazon deliver. My E45 moisturiser has arrived as part of my pre radiotherapy regime. I check my emails and run off the poems that are coming in for tomorrows Stanza meeting. When I have read them through I go to the post office to send todays letters. I pick up some treats and then go home. I finally get my training kit on and head for the garage. I strap into the rower and set of for an hours session. When I come to record the outcome of the session I realise that it has been 16 days since I last trained. An understandable time given what’s going on at the moment but it is far too long. Its no wonder I’ve been feeling crap and dissatisfied with myself recently. I burn more than 800+ calories and go over the 13 kilometre mark for the first time in a long time.

Before getting out of my training gear I hoover the lounge and stairs. I change and then settle in to the evening. There are messages related to sorting out my sisters estate and I have created files to cope with the management of it. I settle into the early evening with tea and a rugby match followed by TV series. I start to flag and draft the blog before taking my night meds and going to bed to read through tomorrow’s poems again.