Sunday, and I wake and find a household already awake and sipping hot drinks. We breakfast together lazily and chat about the coming of Dangerous Beans my grandson arriving in July. After our breakfast my youngest daughter and her partner pack up their things and drive off back to the forest. I go to my garden and spend hours pricking out my seedlings until I have trays of small pots of cosmos and cornflowers. There are moments of quiet reflection as I sit on the swing seat and look at the garden; the sky is blue, the sun warm and there are hawks in the sky. I am so fortunate to have this space in the world in which I can retreat and reflect. When I worked all those years for a home I was not aware that this jewel would be part of it but here it is, and as I tend it so it tends me when I most need respite. I check the garden camera and I am delighted to find videos of the hedgehog roaming the garden and also of our visiting fox.

At four o’clock I drive my partner to the cinema to see Guardians of the Galaxy chapter 3. I discover that I find the going into a cinema is full of irritations. All mine and probably unreasonable but I find the constant rustling of food packaging and chattering just gets on my tits. It seems that the species is incapable of paying attention for the duration of a film or to do it without eating. Just me I suspect but it is the background noise that permeates everything. The film was very enjoyable and full of humour and some surprising moments of pathos. Without spoiling the film it was tricky seeing Rocket, my internal visualisation for fighting my cancer, be put through the metaphorical wringer. It just goes to show how imaginary characters and fictions can acquire meanings and emotional pertinence in our lives. Like in Sophie’s World the characters reach a point beyond their fiction. In our stories are wrapped our struggles for meaning and knowledge. I suspect this is not new to anyone and more a case of me being a slow learner. The bottom line was that Guardians of the Galaxy was a bit of a surprise.

I drive us home where we eat an evening meal and watch the coronation concert. Interesting content but the drones, wow, the drone pictures in the sky were awesome. I know its all controlled by computer but the effect is stunning. I loved the blue whale in the sky. Football highlights obviously follow accompanied by night meds. Tomorrow I drive to the local hospital in the morning for a MRI scan to set the baseline for my oncology appointment on the 18th of May. This feels like the business end of the stuff I have been trying to do in the Run Up To Radiotherapy. Just eleven days to go now.