Thursday rolls round and I rise to an empty house so there is just clearing away and breakfast to be done. The routine check of e-mails and then I am ready to … The reality is I check a few things for work on Friday and them grit my teeth to repair the roofing felt on one of the garden sheds. When I actually get out in the garden and inspect the shed half the roof is bare, the roofing felt has been torn away by the high winds of the latest storm. The wooden roof is wet and will not take the adhesive required to re-felt it. The only thing to do is to cover it over and try to keep it water free till it can dry off before re-felting. I look around and find an old garden furniture cover which with a bit of attention might do the job. I collect together the ladders, garden gloves, heavy duty duct tape, scissors and set to trying to get the cover over the shed. I manage it after a bit of clambering about and then spend time on patching the odd hole or tear in the cover. Finally I am done and move on to repair the cover that is over the garden furniture as it too requires some attention after the storm. There is to be another storm this coming weekend I shall find out then if my temporary fixes will stand the test of another storm.

Feeling reasonably pleased with myself I walk down to the village to buy a paper with the intention of having a roll in the village cafe. The paper buying went well enough but the village café was full young things out of the village academy just down the road so there was no place to sit. I grumpily walked home muttering to myself about the failings of youth. So once home I whisked up an omelette and a slice of Panetonne and settled down to a peaceful late lunch and the crosswords. There is some real rubbish on TV in the day fortunately a friend rang me which saved me. After more organising for tomorrow’s trip to Lincoln I set about making a dinner for the evening. By the time my partner returned home to eat and do the on line food shop it was nearly time for her singing teacher to arrive. I retreat to write the blog.

It’s been another, “just another day” and yet I know it isn’t. There is something about the ordinary that is no longer ordinary. Neither is it a great harvest of “isn’t life wonderful I must make the most of it”. As I said to a friend at dinner last night I have not got the urge to go out and do all sorts of things before it’s too late. If it wasn’t on my bucket list before cancer I’m not going to be putting it on now, I’ve never wanted to throw myself out of an aeroplane so I’m not going to start now just to show the world that cancer has not stopped me living. My priorities lay with being with the people I love and care about. That for me is the best kind of ordinariness there can be.