Not much to say.  I’m having some quiet days. 

It’s been rather tiring getting through recent events: the rush to produce the Telegraph article (published); the preparation for the BBC interview and the interview itself (to be broadcast end July / early August); and the 21-mile wheelchair run and video, given public airing in the blog four days ago.  I think it all went well so no regrets here, but a period of quiet domesticity will be welcome.

Interesting how habits and interests change, and why.  Though I’ve never played it I love watching tennis, mainly the big beasts.  Football isn’t a huge attraction but I would sometimes watch England play major international matches.  The illness is imposing many restrictions and limitations on my life.  Other than occasional outings in the Peacemobile I’m rather confined, very willingly, to the flat. 

And right now we have the European Championship.  Normally bored with most football, I’m now gripped, not just on behalf of England.  And Wimbledon, big beasts and now all the lesser ones too. Terrific!  For hours, despite the coughing and other difficulties, I almost forget the disease as national teams fight it out on the pitches and gladiators big and small do battle on the courts. 

Of course this isn’t unusual.  Millions are doing the same.  It’s unusual for me though, and it’s helping. 

As I said, not much to say.  Just staying in contact.