Sunday and I wake quite late, which is unusual as the symptoms of my prostate cancer gets me up several times a night. The consequences of this is that I never wake up feeling refreshed or with a sense of having slept. Its such a change from the days when I would got to bed and just “die” and wake up the following morning feeling refreshed and renewed. Anyway I wake up and take a shower, a coffee and my morning drugs. I check the “patient view” app but there is still no sign of my missing blood results. I try to be cool about it but at root I am anxious. My bet is that I will have to wait till at least gone midnight tonight for the next data download. I pondered over what I was going to wear, which was complicated by the arrival of my impulse buy Christmas jumper. In the end I went for smart casual, which I think I rock pretty well, judge for yourself.

We drive to our friends golf club to join them for a Christmas lunch. It is a real pleasure to spend time eating and chatting with friends. Much of the conversation was about COVID and what effect it will have on Christmas and the New Year. I think we shared the expectation that there are more restrictions to come. We enjoy our time and then exchange presents before driving home through the misty gloom of the afternoon. Once home I shed the smart casual and switch in to trying on my new Christmas jumper, which I definitely like and can feel myself wearing it a lot. I think it makes an interesting comparison to the smart casual.

Having had my vanity moment I settle down to wrap more presents and to tag a lot that had already been done. Its getting to be that time of year when finding hiding place for parcels and packages becomes tricky. As the evening approaches its time for a snack and then I get sofa bound to watch the Sports Personality of The Year. By a third of the way through I am already bored and start to write the blog in preparation for my dashing to bed at midnight once I’ve checked for my blood results. Tomorrow is the London Santa run.