So here we are at a Saturday and I wake and do my mental check over.Yep everything that should move does, no headache, no temprature, not feeling sick and the usual slight twinge in my big toe. Some time ago I dropped a ten kilo weight plate on my toe in the gym. My nail turned blue and bruised for a long time but finally subsided. However I think it over reacted and in a fit of trauma and self protection grew to a thickness that an elephant would be proud of. So since that time I’ve been manageing it with the result that ocasssionally it gives me a reminder. Today was one of those days. The pidgeon egg in my midriff from the last injection had subsided a bit so all in all it looked like I’m ready for the day.

Saturday is also what I call “junkie day”. It’s the day I fill my pill organiser, which is my first task of the weekend. There is something about finding all the littleboxes empty. It means I’ve taken everything I am suppossed to. I carefully fill all the required boxes and feel reassured that no matter what happens now my pills are ready for me and if it goes really pear shaped my partner will know what I’ve taken and what remains to be taken. Of course my pill box is a rainbow.

Chores and weekly planning done my partner and I head for the great outdoors. We take ourselves off to a local park and walk like many others in the sunshine keeping a careful distant between us and the rather fine deer that live in the park. At this time of year the bucks are sporting full antlers as they move into the rutting season. Apparently its possible to go on a “Ranger Rut Walks” . I’m slightly interested in what these walks are aiming to do but suspect that the deer are not too enthusiastic about them. The serious bit of this exercise is the effort to keep fit and to try to keep my body working as well as possible. I have this belief that if I keep making the effort my body will repsond by doing its best for me. Its a trust issue. Having recieved my celebratory vibration from wrist Fitbit to tell me I’ve done 10,000 steps we head for home.

Home of course means more chores, so fruit and veg are bought and a new loo seat fitted before we drop into a the routine of cooking, eating and Saturday night TV. Strictly of course. Match of the day of course. Tomorrow sees the challenge of the gym.