Easter Saturday and I wake up quite early for me and gratefully receive the hot water my partner brings me. She goes off with her brother to see their mother in the rehab unit she has been moved to. I am not feeling chipper at all but I get up and make perfect boiled eggs to have with my morning meds. I rest and nibble Maltesers, just rambling in my head I suppose. I watch Manchester City thrash Liverpool and my partner returns from her visit. Its been a difficult morning.

In the afternoon the flowers I ordered arrive for my partner and I watch the end of the boat race. In a small burst of energy I refill the toilet roll box and refill the liquid soap dispenser. A full toilet roll fairy episode. Having returned to the sofa I write a poem. This one is not for the blog and may never see the light day, joining the “not for publication list” perhaps. With the poem out of my system I begin to draft the blog. There is more FA cup football on TV but it maybe too much but at least the decision has been made about what we will eat for tea. Tonight will be a “chippy” night for ease of effort. I shall think carefully what I will require, I might break out of my pie and chips routine.

Apparently storm Dave is on the way, so tonight and tomorrow maybe windy and wet. As nothing opens on Easter Sunday I guess it will be a quiet day of hoping things in the garden are tied down and that nothing comes loose anywhere. I make the assumption that there will be lots of people on Easter egg hunts that may not be as comfortable as usual. On a personal note I could not give a bugger really, I feel crap and that’s that. All I want to do is get Easter over with, get my oncology review done on Wednesday, (with scan results) and crack on with Cycle 6 on Friday. Simple really, just have to keep focussed on what’s keeping me alive and what might add some extra time.