Tuesday and I wake up feeling quite perky as my partner goes off to the gym and my eldest daughter goes off to work. I am free to make breakfast and take my morning meds once I have taken my vitals. My vitals have been good lately and I am still pondering whether it is the steroids or the lack of refined sugar that is responsible, perhaps both. Having popped my closes into the tumble drier I sit down to start writing new content for the new website that is under construction by my publishers at Ruler’s Wit. The idea is to have separate site for the poetry and to use it to promote new work and talk about the whys and wherefores of the work. I am into my second page when my partner returns for lunch.

I drive us in Elsie to a tile and bathroom fitments shop in a local village where my partner and I go through the vast selection of tiling. To our mutual surprise we find a tile that we both like and think suitable. Without too much fuss we order the tiles we need, finding out in the process that the chap serving us is the nephew of our tiler “Bob”. Small world eh? On returning home I resume drafting stuff for the new web site, having retrieved the washing from the drier. I do a crossword and then send the content off to the website builder and start to draft todays blog. The evening meal is approaching and I know that tonight is a European football night so I know what I will be doing, although I have to say I think I am tiring of football, it has become formulaic and boring a lot of the time. It seems to have lost its ability to excite anymore. I could find myself inadvertently in Rom Com night before I down my night mends and head for bed.