Spanish Poppy

Got up, went back to bed, got up again (with an audible expression of pain), sat on the edge of the bed, fiddled with my socks, considered the waste of time that has been my life . . .

Cheered up considerably after a breakfast of Weetabix and berries. Pretty sure I’d have been even more cheerful if I’d had bacon and eggs but I really do have to eat less and become healthy. Checked WP and planned the next part of my day. This consisted of going to the shop, sifting through some junk boxes and chatting to my ex-work colleagues. When your only social life consists of WP and visiting the place you used to work it does rather highlight your lack of social life.

Went home, chatted to Julia, watched TV and performed mental gymnastics. That takes the form of playing chess, Nine Men’s Morris, Othello/Reversi and Sudoku on my tablet. Yes, I have a tablet. One of the kids bought it for me a few years ago. I used it as a back-up Kindle. Then I lost it in a book case for a while (they are very thin and easy to lose), then found it and started using it to read again. A couple of weeks ago ago I decided that I needed to keep my brain active so started playing games on it each night. Just a few, but enough to keep the little grey cells ticking over (I hope).

Tea is cooking now – a pan of roasted vegetables and (in a few minutes) some gammon steaks. This is reasonably healthy, for me if not for the pig.

After eating I will try to do some serious work. I now have very few days left if I am to submit any poetry by the end of the month.

Cheerful picture from may 2016. It all seemed so simple then . . .