Sunday, its Fathers Day, for me it is also an important date today because three years ago someone looked me in the eye and told me I have metastatic prostate cancer. So here I am three years on having gone through various stages and still trying to fight and live a curious and interesting life. So today I celebrate, quietly. I get up late and make a marmalade toast and coffee breakfast, which I polish off while watching a cookery programe and move onto start the blog.

I laze unashamedly and open my fathers day cards and presents, I am touched, its always nice to be validated spontaneously. I have a face time call with my youngest daughter who is busy decorating and preparing for Glastonbury next week. I continue to laze until my partner and I go for a walk around the village. On our way we collect some food from the shop before returning home where I watch a rugby match. I preload with paracetamol before tomorrows injection, and then eat dinner before sliding into another evening. I note that I am feeling better, but have yet to get myself training, I guess that’s my priority hurdle right now before my weight and lack of fitness get totally out of hand. If I want another three years there is work to be done.