Saturday, a long time ago now as I’m writing this on a Sunday afternoon having watched an English rugby team be destroyed by a French team. As far as I can remember my morning on Saturday was spent clearing the kitchen and hoovering through the house while my partner went to have her hair cut. There comes a point where I just have to hoover round the sofa where I live. Of course there is the obligatory de-hairing of the hoover roller but the outcome is satisfying. At these times I get urges to do outstanding chores so I happily sit and do all the shredding that needs to be done adn empty all the bins. So I am on a roll and head for the garden. I uncover all the garden furniture and give it a good cleaning and set it ready for the rest of the year. Following on from yesterdays pond clearing I add addition additional pegs to the netting round the pond, warily watched by a couple of nervous frogs. There is still time to watch a football match and then as tea time hauls into view its time to train. Its Saturday a training day and if I am to earn a rest day on Sunday I need to train. So I go to the garage and row for an hour. Its not a spectacular session but it’s good enough as I burn 800+calories.
Evening arrives with a meal and then because TV was so rank I watched five episodes of Magpie Murders. My partner lasted four and a half episodes before going to bed. I guess that means a rerun of episode 5 on Sunday. I watch football highlights, take my meds and clear the kitchen before going to bed, tired but knowing I’ve earnt my rest on Sunday.
Sunday and I wake up late and my partner brings me a coffee to help me wake up. Before I sup my reviving coffee I go and weigh myself as Sunday is also weigh in day. Its good news, I come in at 97.6 kilos a loss over the last week of 1.2 kilos. So this weeks efforts have been worth it. Eventually I get up feeling stiff from yesterdays rowing session. There is a a delicious cooked breakfast, more a brunch really and then I give my partner and eldest daughter their Easter Eggs. We call my youngest daughter and face time her to see how her pregnancy is going . The garden camera is checked and I find the batteries are too low to activate the night time videos function. This is the most useful function for capturing my friendly hedgehog and the occasional fox. My partner and I are house crazy and go for a walk in our local park to relieve it. The sunshine is deceptively chilly and we stroll round the park visiting the ducks and chatting about how we are. By a stoke of luck the parking ticket machine is not working so we leave the park without needing to pay anything. Back home I watch a rugby match and then start the drafting of the blog. Amidst all this humdrum banal activity I discover what a K tax code means and what the figures that go with the K means. K means I owe the tax person money. The amount I owe is ten times the number with the K. Apparently my K9 tax code means that I owe HMRC £90. I guess I will sort that out when I do my last self assessment tax form over the next couple off days.
The evening arrives with a meal to start with and then its on to the finishing straight of Magpie Murders and football highlights. First the rerun of episode 5 and then to the grand final of the series. The acid test will be whether we graduate to series two. As usual it will be night meds and last minute read and then bed, but not before watching a programme about Freddie Mercury and wondering why my three guitar chords and lack of talent never propelled me to stardom.
