Saturday and my alarm wakes me at 7 o’clock and I get myself out of bed and ready to get the GP surgery in the next village to have my bloods taken. Its cold and wet to be out and about this early but I get to the surgery in good time for my 8 o’clock appointment. My bloods are taken quickly and I am soon home and having breakfast. I decide to tackle putting a new door latch into the range door. So I gather up my tools and get to work on the oven door. The job goes okay with the usual unexpected fiddly bits but it gets done, so the oven door now closes properly. I am pleased with myself and I have time to have a break before driving to meet friends for lunch.

My afternoon is spent with friends having lunch. They are all ex work colleagues and friends and some of them have travelled three or four hours to be at the lunch, braving the storms to get there. We exchange Christmas cards and presents and then catch up with our news and plans for the future. One of my friends tells me that she stumbled over someone at work who was in tears reading my poetry. I was really taken aback, I had no idea that this could happen. Apparently the person, who had been a colleague many years ago, had bought one of my collections. We finish our meal and say our good byes and I drive home.

Once home I settle down to watch Strictly and some TV before drafting the blog while I wait for my blood results come in. So at midnight I check my phone to see if they have come in. My results are in and the news is good, my PSA has dropped below 1 and there is nothing else of consequence in the results. My eGFR (kidney function) is 63, which is a good function level for some one with my history. So I can go to bed content that my bloods are good.