I went litter-picking yesterday with the Superstars Walking Group in Cookstown. At first, I wasn't going as I had a cold. However, going out was just what the Doctor ordered.

My brother returns home next week. He graduated with a 2:1 in Software Development at Magee Campus in Derry. On Sunday, a man from our village will bring home his table and chair in a Blue Transit Van. He can take the rest back with him next Tuesday. Eleven years of trials and tribulations he is paying off. It's a testament to both of us.

I'm well into the walking challenge. There are obstacles on the way. But I am coping well, despite it all.

Thursday is my forty-first birthday. I intend to visit Belfast; walking up and down Stormont. Then a friend will make nachos for me. I have to bring them home, to heat them.

The Sixth of July can't come soon enough - the barbers and hairdressers will reopen then.