Friday and I wake to find I am alone, my partner has slept in the spare bed in order to sleep. I check my messages and vitals before she returns and I get up to make us warm drinks. We plan the day and I start to prepare for a call from a potential new team who could do what the Americans did for me on my poetry collections. I now know what my fourth collection will be called in the Cancer Years series, its to be The Cancer Years: Ordinary Brave. On the dot of 10:30 two things happen, firstly I get my telephone call and secondly my partner appears with a fried egg sandwich. The telephone call became very business like! It appears that this team called Ruler’s Wit can do all the things the Americans can do. I agree to send them a zip file the way I did with the Americans so that the team can see the material and give me a quote for the work that is needed. As soon as the call is over I send the team the zip file.

With the first business of the day done I and my partner go to the nearest garden center to buy cakes and other goodies so that while I am Zooming the poetry stanza tomorrow my partner can entertain her chitty chatty chums on the patio in the sunshine. Its a quick trip but what we get means that cooking this evening is made simple. When I get home I get a message from a friend to tell me that the foster daughter of a friend has died of cancer. Although not unexpected it is a blow and a send a message to my friend. I distract myself by preparing for tomorrows poetry stanza zoom meeting. I print out the ten poems and read them through in readiness. As always there are those that have immediate appeal and those that pass me by or are too difficult on first reading to grasp. Its why hearing some one read them is so valuable. I order my monthly supply of drugs as its not long to my 28 day jab and then I fill two weeks worth of dosettes.

I do the day crosswords and then I wander into the garden to see if my partner has mastered the power washer but find her brushing the patio with water from a watering can. It appears the washer is a bit tricky. So I spend sometime figuring out how it al goes together, then after a few false starts it leaps into watery action. My partner and I clean the patio using the jet washer and the patio cleaner attachment. Great fun and sense of achievement. With the patio clean I pack the new toy away and return to the sofa to watch some athletics, during which I get a call telling me my computer is ready to be collected.

Th evening starts with food and more athletics followed by a live rugby match, Have I got news for you and drafting the blog. I have a nagging sense that I have not responded well enough to my friends loss and begin to think about what might be more appropriate. I draft the blog and take my night meds before heading for my bed.