And Wednesday was a day of family

Food was a fried egg on vegetable curry

Health is getting slowly better

Middlemarch moves on

The shelves are prepped and waiting

The list are refined


Tuesday never really got off the ground…

Breakfast did not occur but I did make some brunch from my leftover weekend curry.

It went well with my now daily cup of black coffee and is still tasty…


Monday, started off like this.

COVID negative, yay! .

I was feeling less like a zombie/ the walking dead and I managed to make a fried breakfast without setting myself alight 🔥 this morning.

Fried cod and a fried egg 🍳 with kalamata olive bread, black coffee with sugar

I indulged myself with another cooked breakfast. Fried cod and egg with the last of the kalamata olive loaf that has been hanging about the kitchen. The whole setup seemed a bit plain so I squirted a blog of BBQ sauce in the corner which made it just perfect.

Then I went back to my default position which these days is in front of the TV (I’m on leave this week, so it feels OK…). I put Netflix on and settled into my usual doze. However I got to mid afternoon and I could help but notice that the sun was actually shining and I didn’t feel horrible. I thought ‘better make hay Bunmi!’. So I turned off the TV (and did ‘something less boring instead’) headed to garage to reclaim my bike.

Turned out that was its own adventure. My tyres were flat and I could not pump them up. So I took off the front wheel and slung the bike in the boot of my car and drove to Halfords. On arrival to Halford I asked if someone could take a quick look at my bike and I was told I would need to book a whole bike assessment, online, they would then see me and give me a quote and the book in for another appointment to get any agreed works done. I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes at this and said that I just needed someone to have a quick look at the bike and tell me if the problem is my tyres, my bicycle pump or in fact as I suspected, just me. Luckily they obliged me and asked me to bring my bike in when I told them I’d brought it with me. So I went back to the car, took the bike out, put the front wheel back on. Realised that the front wheel was on the wrong way, took off the wheel and placed it correctly and wheeled my back into the store. The bike part of the store is on the 1st floor, so I was contemplating taking the lift or lugging my bike up the stairs. Then a member of staff walked past me at the and asked what I was doing, when I told her what the plan was, instead of helping me, she told me that I could not possibly see anyone, it was appointment only and they were far too busy for walk ins. Lucky for me the member of staff that had actually sanctioned this plan, happened to be walking by and told her colleague that it was OK, that she’d agreed this plan with me. Interestingly she also mentioned that she had not told the other colleague on the 1st floor who was meant to be helping me. So undeterred I carried my bike and pump up the stairs to the bike expert.

The bike expert was dealing with one customer and there was a couple browsing the bikes at the other end of the floor, so I did not wait long at all. Yes, it turns out the problem was in fact me, who at 45 years of age, still cannot pump up the tyres on a bicycle. Well, perhaps I can now…! I left Halford a happy and grateful person.

I drove back home and then finally took my bike out for the first ride in my new neighbourhood. I did not go far, just to Warren Gorge, that is literally on my doorstep. I live right beside Chafford Gorges Nature Park which has acres of green space consisting of Warren Gorge, Lion Gorge, Grays Gorge, Mill Wood and Wouldham Cliffs. I was not aware of this, but the gorges are manmade, having been the site of chalk quarrying from the 18th century to the late 1950s.

I stopped and looked at the featured creatures for a while, worried a bit that I seemed to be the only human being around then cycled my way out of the Gorge. There is so much more cycling and walking to do and places to explore.


So Saturday morning, this happened.

This is me waiting the requisite 15 minutes.

I received my COVID booster. It is 6 months after I received my 2nd dose in March.

It was very easy to organise. I got an email from my Trust stating that I did not need to wait for an invitation for the vaccination and I could just book an appointment online. So I did. I booked an appointment on Thursday afternoon between my morning and afternoon clinics, for the following Saturday morning.

I was OK afterwards, nothing but a sore arm and big dose of gratitude that I was able to access this.

Sunday morning I was still grateful but somehow feeling like trash! Aching all over, the kind that hurts to move. Felt like someone had been at me with a human size meat tenderiser. So I stayed in bed until well after midday.

Then I downed to ibuprofen tablets, made my way to the kitchen and made some French toast with brioche (set myself alight in the process because I was so sleepy 🥱 but that’s for another story for another day). There were some strawberries leftover from last weekend so I chopped those up. I also made myself a little cup of black coffee with honey.

For a late lunch I managed to fry some cod, boil some runner beans that a colleague gave me from work and reheat the curry and rice from yesterday. Very nice, washed down with some sparkling apple juice.

I was feeling OK. I won’t say fine but I felt human. I put on Netflix and starred at the TV screen until my friend called me. It was nice to speak with her until I found difficult to ignore the aching pains that were creeping up on me as the analgesia started to wear off. I then got to the stage that I could not even hold my phone let alone a conversation so I ended the call, took more ibuprofen and went to sleep.

I have always found that I have weird dreams when I have day naps. Today was no exception. I woke up feeling confused and upset and still in pain, so I dragged myself into the shower hoping it would make me feel better.

It did for a few minutes but it was exhausting. I managed to put on a fresh pair of pyjamas and flopped onto the bed unable to do anything more. It’s all unsettling, I don’t like feeling so crappy especially when I have things to do!

I wasn’t really hungry but I thought I ought to eat something before I went to bed, so I toasted a slice of bread and ate it with some lomo (Spanish, dry cured meat from pork tenderloin).

And so there is it. I’m hoping I’ll feel better tomorrow. Resting and eating is usually one of the ways to reset myself.