Friday I wake up and do my vitals, which are okay and then get on with the planning for Christmas. I try researching particular things but find myself either thwarted by technology or disrated by odd things, some sparkly and soem prosaic. Of course its Black Friday and my in box is bombarded with messages of outrageous offers. Of course most are too good to be true but on this occasion I found a real bargain. MY favourite underwear, Step One, were on offer. Magnificent bamboo and glide panels but usually pricey at anything up to £15 a pop, but on a Black Friday deal I can get a box of 10 at a fiver each. I could not resist and so my plastic gets put to good use. This was just one of the diversions I experienced as a tried to organise Christmas and a Birthday. The day meandered by but I found myself continuing to reflect on the decision I have to make by December the 2nd. Its becoming more pressing to focus and to be sure I am content that I have read what I need to read and considered it properly. As usual I take my meds and go to bed quite late.
Saturday starts late, I go through my getting up routines and I take my vitals, all good there. After a lot of chat and prevarication I finally get up and have a late breakfast. I note that there is a message to say my new website devoted to poetry has been worked on and plan to spend some time over the rest of the week end looking at it. It is throwing it down and it is bitter cold so I spend quite some time drawing up my Christmas card list and sorting the Christmas card box. I recently order some nice cards but the reality is I need not have bothered as I find that there are more than enough cards in the “stock box” to do the family for the next three years at least, possibly four with this years additions. By mid afternoon I’m ready for my first international rugby match on TV. Wales predictably get swamped by New Zealand. The weather is miserable and my partner and I decide to stay at home in the evening and not go to the community choir festival at the local theatre, instead we hunker down and watch the Strictly Come Dancing from Blackpool. The rest of the evening we watched a new drama and then went off to bed, me having taken my meds.
Sunday and I am up early to make warm drinks as my partner and I have agreed to head for the garden centre for breakfast, after not going out last night. Before I get up I take my vitals, today they are wat I call spikey. Every so often I get a higher than usual for me blood pressure and heart rate reading. They are not “ambulance ringing” high but they are elevated. There appears to be no reason for it but it just happens. So I get up and accompany my partner to the garden centre where we have breakfast and hen cruise the Christmas shop area. We buy nothing, it is mostly tat and some the supposed Christmas decorations appear to be the product of some frenzied Chinese mind with no other guide than an American style Disney fantasy. Blown polystyrene and moulded plastic of every creature known to humanity is offered as a tree decoration. Giant foam peppermint sticks and things that look like sea slugs are on artificial trees with giant plastic balls, its all too much. My partner and I go to the butcher and buy a pie and bread and then make a run for it. I consider this a narrow escape. Outside the fairground round about is doing business.
Once home I settle down to catch up on drafting the blog and wondering if my gut will react to the hot chocolate I had at breakfast. With that having been done there are meters to read, a website design to look at and more research reading to do all before England take to the rugby field against Argentina. England struggle to a win and I return to the blog and the evenings entertainments, food and my night medicines before taking myself to bed and begin what will be an important week.
