Sunday, I sleep late and get up to a fresh croissant breakfast thanks to my partners earlier trip to the village shop. However before my early morning treat, I weigh myself. It is bad news and dispiriting; I weigh in at 99.3 kilos an increase of over a kilo. Post breakfast we ring our youngest daughter and chat about their new bathroom and upcoming interviews. Having got organised for our house guest tomorrow my partner and I head for the gym. It is my first visit to the gym floor and a cross trainer for 145 days. So I do thirty-five minutes on a cross trainer and burn off 344 calories and go 3.48 kilometres. In order to get to 400 calories, I get on a reclining cycle for a few minutes and burn the required additional 56 calories. It’s a measured reintroduction to the gym, enough for the first time back. I shower, a good perk of gym membership, and then indulge in a hot chocolate in the member’s lounge. I am joined by my partner for coffee and then we return home.

Once home I have to face my fear. Will I piss blood after my gym exercise. Eventually I get to find out and it is good news, no blood. I am relieved (no pun intended) and will use today to get me to go to the gym again this week. I settle down to watch the end of a rugby game and some football. In this way I drift into the evening and my first dose of prophylactic paracetamol before tomorrow’s injection. The evening comes and drifts by in TVs Strictly and Sherwood till I draft the blog, take my night meds and another dose of paracetamol.