Thursday and I wake knowing that today I must make an effort to train, its been 8 days since I trained. With going away for the weekend and the aftermath of my jab my exercise has been interrupted and it is a necessary part of warding off the side effects of my chemo. So I take my vitals and find my heart rate up a bit but the rest okay. I felt itchy and scratchy and getup and into my training gear. I know this session will be a short 30 minute session just to get me going again. So I take my morning meds and head for the garage and the rower. I feel dreadful, my body really doesn’t want to do this but once I’ve pushed go on my Fitness band there is no stopping. Its a cruel session, nothing feels right or flows and it shows in the figures at the end. I do not make my 6 kilometre standard and burn few calories, however I finish and that will have to be good enough for today.

Post row I shower and listen to the radio, mostly radio 4 quiz and comedy satire programmes. When my partner returns from her gym session we have a light lunch and then walk down to the village shop to get a paper and the rest of the ingredients for the curry I am cooking for tonight’s tea. Once home I settle down to the crosswords until its time to cook the curry. I get the big cooker top pot out and pretty soon I am dicing chicken and vegetables and making up my secret stock and curry mixture. With it all in the pan it gets left to gently bubble away until its time to get the rice, nans and poppadum’s sorted out. While I am doing this the garden guy turns up and my partner gives him the instructions for the the day. As a result we now have a whole host of home grown mallows around the garden, which if they all take are going to be very impressive. My meal comes together and I call the family to the table where eat tea together.

I feel better for hearty meal and slump on the sofa with a few after eight mints and watch the second Enola Holmes film. Eventually I get to clear the kitchen, take my meds and then as midnight approaches I draft the blog. I wonder how many people go to bed this late? I look at my sleep records and find that I am rarely in bed before midnight, half eleven is an early night for me, Is this normal I wonder. I publish the blog and go to bed still having the damn finger splint to put on. At least I can give that up in 5 days time.