Sunday, Easter Sunday. My partner brings me hot water and I laze in bed until my hunger motivates me to get up and cook breakfast for myself. My partner goes with her brother to see their mother in hospital in the early afternoon, taking with them a radio to add some stimulation to her stark room, leaving me to watch women’s football, of which there was a lot. The goalkeeping is at least better than it was. A men’s FA cup quarter final kicked off the early evening and went on into extra time and penalties. So the evening saw my partner and I finishing off a couple of drama series and catching the latest episodes of a currently running one. My partner went to bed leaving me to watch a couple of comedians, Bill Bailey and Micky Flannagan, good fare by which to take my night meds and go to bed finally. Easter was a non event in the household apart from a bunch of flowers. Everyone just has too much on to be arsed really.

Bank holiday Monday. Its an at home day for everyone so of course its time to tidy up, clean and mow the lawns with a bit of shrub and flower tinkering along the way. So after breakfast and meds I join in the garden activities. The guy who does our garden is currently indisposed so its down to my partner and I to keep on top of the garden. The lawns get mowed and some plants get tidied up after which my partner and I are knackered, she puts food in the slow cooker and we rest. I draft the blog while waiting for Tesco to deliver. It is tedious and its is boring hence the brevity of the blog. I’ve not read for a couple of days now and not really been moved to write anything. All I hold onto really is the chemo and the hope that it works to keep me going. When it ends in July the issue will be whether the oncologist has anything else to offer, he did not last time. At least I can get on with publishing the next collection of poems to mark the end of the chemo rechallenge. After that its anyone’s guess. One positive is that I appear to have regained some sense of taste, so I should make the most of it and eat delicious food with as much variation as I can, which puts the newly delivered Tesco order in a new light. I’ll probably order more peppermint creams, just in case.