I like Saturdays. I don't have to get up early. It doesn't matter if I'm not at my best. Not many people are demanding my time. I get a chance to cook. And on some occasions sporting excellence beckons.
During my long battle with mental illness before Risperidone February and March were always tough months. What got me through was the 5 then 6 Nations rugby most weekends. I would escape to the Oddfellows club to watch and have a couple of beers. It was usually interrupted by my friend Chas who was forever asking to turn over to the horse racing. He is a professional gambler.
These days that same competition has become so commercialised by TV needs that games are often at a time when I'm cooking and not able to concentrate. 5 pm kickoffs or there abouts do not fit my life style. But I try. As England prepare to play Ireland in a few minutes I have arranged dinner to cook itself. A lamb shank Tagia is slowly cooking away. Dinner is likely at 7.30. So rugby it is for me.
Earlier I did my usual town visit, some shopping and a light lunch in The Waggoners. So far so good moodwise. Mental illness seems a long way off today.
I Heard a Voice.
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