Saturday and its “have another go at getting to London” day. However I wake to find my blood results are in and the news is encouraging. So here they are:

My PSA has reduced by half, my tentative hypothesis is that the new antiandrogen is reducing the “Tumour flare” as it was intended to. Kidney and liver functions are holding up, platelets are a bit low but not bad. All of this will go into the pot in Tuesday’s review. Just one step at a time at the moment.

Now its toast and order taxi time as we try to get to London for the show tonight. Taxi goes smoothly but the train that we planned to get has been cancelled due to a train fault. We sit in a freezing waiting room. Its cold because some one thought that it was a good idea in the interests of ventilation to combat COVID to leave the sliding doors on either side open. The result a howling, freezing gale whipping through the waiting room. A train arrives and we get on board and settle ourselves in the cosy luxury of first class. Of course the train is packed so all those standing in second glass get ushered into first class, ironically egalitarian. We get into St Pancras and decide to eat, so duck into the brassiere and treat ourselves to a good meal before going to the hotel via taxi.

The hotel is okay and booking in goes okay. We have some time to kill so we go to the British Museum and wander the south American halls till we discover the courtyard and the café. A cold drink is going down well when the attendant points out they are closing. I managed to get some pictures before I we leave.

I realised that the British Museum is just somewhere where we store all the stuff the British Empire nicked from all over the world and reframed it as cultural education and enlightenment. We return to the hotel and get ready to rock and roll. A taxi takes to the theatre via a circuitous route due to some road closures. There are the usual checks and public advice notices and announcements. Only my partner and I are wearing masks!!! We notice that one or two others are masked but the vast majority of the great British public do not give a toss about COVID anymore. The theatre is an old style one and quite ornate.

The show starts and they do an hour and three quarters first half before an interval ice cream and then on to a rocking finale. Its an energetic production and the crowd are on their feet at the end. The story line is a difficult one but ends on an uplifting high that was palpable in the audience as they leave. The woman who played Tina Turner was excellent and became more and more like the image of Tina Turner as the evening went on. The young girl who played the young Tina had an incredible voice and was outstanding in the rock and roll ending session. My partner and I walk back to the hotel and order what was thought to be a pizza but turned out to be a chicken pesto salad. Strange the tricks IT plays at times.

Sunday and it start with watching the rerun of Great Britain wining the curling gold medal before going down to a continental breakfast. After that it is just travel, taxi, train, taxi and then unpacking and returning to the mundane tasks like doing the Tesco order for tomorrows delivery. So now there is time to reflect on my blood results and to put together my list of questions for the oncologist on Tuesday. In a way he holds the cards as he has the scan results and I guess that’s where I want him to start. Tomorrow I need to get back to my exercise and to a diet that is healthier.