Friday and I wake up to another sunny day. I take my time taking my vitals, which are all good. Before I can get up I get a call from an old colleague who had previously contacted me about the whereabouts of a mutual acquaintance. We have a long chat about something he has been doing recently but in the conversation I learn that our mutual acquaintance has been diagnosed with dementia. Its in its early stages apparently but having an impact. After the call I get up and have breakfast and my morning meds. With the mechanical part of the morning done I drive myself and my partner to the supermarket to do some food shopping for the weekend. Interestingly if you buy three onions in a net they are double the price of the same. weight of lose onions. Once we discovered this it became a game of buying everything loose.

Once home and after a brief lunch break we set about the garden. I concentrate on planting up the troughs and moving pots about, while my partner plants up a coupe of pots and sows more seeds for the cold frame. Eventually all the new plants that were bought over the last couple of days are planted out and the cold frame full. All this just in time to watch the first football match of the night. By half time I am bored so cook Bolognaise source and fresh pasta. There is an evening of football ahead and once again I get bored, so order odds and ends from Amazon and then draft the blog. Of course there are night meds to take and then an early night so that I am fresh to meet a friend for lunch in town tomorrow. I am acutely aware that I have not written anything for days and need to find time to do so. Discovering that my metastasis has, or appears to have gone should have been a great lift and something to celebrate but it feels like I am stuck in some strange place rather than it being new and better as Goethe said.