Sunday is a a slow start, warm drinks and chat before I get up to bacon sandwiches and morning meds. With the essentials out of the way it is time to play “electrician”. Having discovered that the landing light fitting was faulty yesterday I need to look at the fitting. So I flip the fuse box switches and get to work. Initially the fitting looks fine but I rewire it. When I flip the fuse back the light appears to work. When I put the whole fitting back together it ceased to work. Nothing for it but to strip it down again and start over. This time all goes well and I am able to pack away my kit and move on.

I put in a load of washing and then my partner and I dress the Christmas tree. Yesterday I put the lights on it so today it was putting the drops and baubles on. Every year I meticulously wrap every item in tissue paper and store them in boxes before they go back into the loft. So when it comes to dressing this years tree each drop and ball needs to be unwrapped. Always the drops are put on first to give the shape to the tree, then the balls, angels, and novelty items are added. Finally it is done and it is time put the storage boxes back to in the loft.

There is time to watch half a football match before I don my head torch and venture into the garden to fill the bird and squirrel feeders. I am not prepared to leave it till tomorrow as I have my 28 day injection tomorrow and I cannot predict how I am going to be. I have time to pop the washing in the dryer before doing some tidying up. The evening arrives and over a curry I watch the Strictly Results show, bit of a surprise there, and then it was on to The War Between the Land and the Sea. By news time I am back drafting the blog before, adjusting the Tesco order, having a shower and my night meds in anticipation of my 28 day injection early tomorrow morning. I am hoping that I get a date for my new chemo induction quickly and that chemo follows as quickly as possible after that. For me every day counts.