Sunday, mothering Sunday and I wake and make my partner a warm drink to find she has already adn is now reading. We chat for a while and then our day going with breakfast and we ring our youngest daughter for a chat and a view of our grandson. There is card and present giving before we continue the day.

The day goes by till the international rugby on TV in the afternoon. From the match onwards I drift, there is an attempt to write a poem but it does not work out. I am trying too hard. I give up and start to do research on place to go away for a break with the family. I look at YouTube videos and drone footage. I spend a lot of time doing this but eventually decide that I am looking in the wrong place. Tea is eaten and the evening continues to Death in Paradise. Its time to draft the blog, sort out tomorrows Tesco order and then I take my chemo meds and prepare for the coming night. Its been a slow day, however I need to start doing more with my days. Its time to start to move forward again, little by little I need to start to do more by changing some of my current patterns of behaviour.