Sunday, 18 January 2026

In Between Days

Friday.
I wake up quite early and Willow jumps on the bed and# quickly settles down on my legs and because I hate to disturb her, we both drift back off to sleep and wake up a lot later, this time both of us get up and Willow reluctantly moves off the bed and trots into the living room. 
I do my yoga stretches for my back and ten minutes on the treadmill, we all have breakfast, and we have a couple of deliveries, waterdrop tablets and the new memory foam seat pad for my side of the sofa that Kev had ordered. He puts it in the cover and immediately you can tell its better than the old one. 
Then another parcel comes, this time from Evri and contains my new oodie Kev's bought me from Disney. Jack Skellington. Its very cosy, and will keep me warm when I need it. 
I make a card, and then tidy up, Kev was busy making the soup for the weekend, the sugar free banana and oat cake, and the chia pudding for me over the weekend. 
Thankfully Kev is only at work Saturday, and he is on holiday next weekend too. That'll be nice for both of us. 
We finished watching The Agatha Christie on Netflix as we had lunch "The Seven Dials" 
The door went and it was a bloke from Metropolitan to do a building survey. He wasn't here long. All done for another year. 
I've had another request for another blood test from the Doctors. Following up from the ones I had when we came back from Florida. I'll ring them on Monday to book an appointment. At least they are being thorough. 
Saturday.
The alarm went off at 5.30 and Kev got up, I got comfy and Willow came and lay on my legs, both of us staying in bed until 8am. Then when I got up I did my usual routines, a walk round Hollywood Studios today... 
Then I cleaned up and washed the pots before settling down at my desk to make a couple of cards.
Those done I settled down with Willow and started that new book by one of the women on the Traitors, Harriet Tyce. Its very well written, and she paints a harrowing account of a female barrister dealing with misogyny, alcoholism and her own disintegration because of a quite obvious menopausal affair with a colleague. We haven't even got to the details of the murder yet. Hopefully it will continue in the same vein.

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