I was shaken to my core yesterday by being so disturbed by The Pursuit of Happyness so today, I’ve set about rebuilding my equilibrium.

Ray said to me when I was first ill that he felt I needed to maintain a structure to my day (it was this that made me carry on with my PAD despite me not feeling like it much). So, I have tried to do this without making that structure too onerous.

When I get up I make a plan for the day and I try to ensure that I end the day feeling as though I have achieved something, even if it’s only putting out the recycling or shopping for food. Some days, I make the plan a bit more ambitious but always with a “get out” clause that if I get too tired or otherwise thrown off balance then I’ll try not to let it get me down. Sometimes I get this right and other times I don’t.

One of the things that’s been on my daily plan list every day is to eat healthily so I don’t exacerbate anything by poor diet/weight gain/weight loss etc. This means that my daily menu includes fruit for the first time in my life. I’ve never been a fruit eater despite being a veggie.

Each day at 4pm I sit down with a coffee and a piece of fruit and watch Hill Street Blues (she’s watching the detectives), which is one of my all-time favourite programmes and I’ve found that despite the dodgy blue eye shadow, flares and hairdos, the drama is still fresh and engaging. Steven Bochco is still the king of the legal drama for me. I loved NYPD Blue and Murder One every bit as much as Hill Street.

Today a Devon-grown Cox and the sad death of Harry Garibaldi whose gambling addiction led to his fatal stabbing and death today. Somehow, despite my protestations yesterday about not being able to cope with sadness or heart-break on the telly, for whatever reason this episode didn’t set me off on one today.

Perhaps my core is starting to sweeten?

The point was well-made last year!