DVT DAY 294

Sunday lay in, late breakfast, bacon bagel and then some clearing up and hoovering through. Time to sort out where all the Christmas presents are going to be stored and used. This triggers a major clear out of old jumpers , underwear and holiday gear. So after two boxes of charity jumpers my new clothes are now neatly stowed.

I settle down feeling that I’ve done a good job and watch a rugby match. This afternoon my partners mother has been moved from hospital to a care home to recuperate from her recent operation to pin her broken leg. I settle down to read one of my presents and get a call from a friend who is on that parental post Christmas trip to replace a toy that is not doing what it should do. In this case a doll that would not wake up, happily the replacement one did fart as promised.

I continue to read through the evening as various TV programmes pass me by, as does the football till I can read no more and start the blog. I know that I shall return to my book post blog as I am finding it fascinating and speaks to the 18 year old me without qualifications who found himself throwing cases of Pepsi off the back of a lorry for a living and not knowing if that was going to be it for the rest of my life. Thankfully it wasn’t.

Tomorrow is a crucial day. Tomorrow is the day I resume training, I resume the fight, cancers had its own way too long recently, tomorrow I take control of my diet again, no sweets, less carbs and more water.