Sunday, its the birthday youngest grandson. I have just finished taking my vitals, all good, when my partner face times me and I get to see the birthday boy. He is full of beans and it is not long before he is blowing raspberries at me. Its a delightful way to start the day. After the conversation I get up and make breakfast, which I take to the Shed to eat. The sun is out and after breakfast I take to the garden swing seat and relax for a while. I get a message from my son suggesting a face to face call to catch, so we agree a time for an hour hence. While I wait I enter my latest vitals on to the spreadsheet for cycle 14 so far. It all still looks good, my arithmetic is acceptable. My son calls and we talk for an hour and fifty minutes with his family in the background. Its been a while since we have had such a long chat so there is much to catch upon. I enjoy the call and seeing my Swedish relatives as they enjoy the warm sunshine of summer.

After the call I make lunch and watch the Chariots of Fire as preparation for the Olympics, at least that is my excuse for whiling away the afternoon, but what took me by surprise the All Ireland Hurling final. An amazing game that is fast and furious played on a full size pitch. I have to admit I found the game a refreshing watch. It is an amateur game so all the players go back to work on Monday after playing in front of eighty four thousand people. After the game I make tea and start to draft the blog. My evening will be an easy one as I prepare for tomorrows twenty eight day injection and the arrival of the landscapers to install the new front gates. So I will be taking paracetamol, having a shower and hoping to sleep well tonight. I have definitely gone slowly through this week end trying to fully and properly recover, I am hoping that next week I can deal with my injection and the tasks ahead, like my cars MOT. It is a kind of fallow period where rest is the harvest.

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