Tuesday and I wake up feeling rank. I do not think I slept well and my stomach jab site is sore. I think I have woken up still in my withdrawing junkie state. Its usually like this for a couple of days post jab but will lease over the rest of the cycle. By the end of 21 days I am usually back to setting personal bests. I start with a muesli breakfast to which I now add flax seeds, part research and part hitting in hope. This morning I am on a mission to visit a jewelers and to take the bag of clothes that has been hanging around for ages to the charity shop. In order to get the jeweler sorted I visit my treasure box and find all sorts of stuff I had half forgotten about including a watch that I had lost track of. I get myself organised with the bag of clothes and gym kit and head off on to the world.

The charity shop is in the next village and has a reserved car space out front, which is handy. I deposit my bag of goodies, get a quick thank you and then I am back in the car. I pause and notice that the window display of Aged UK is pretty good, nice leather coat. I am tempted to go back inside but my frontal lobes intervene and remind me that I have more than enough clothes and that some are a bit tight so I had best get to the gym. The gym is empty apart from the unemployed, aged and fitness fanatics. I swear the day time lot are mostly there for the showers and the steam room judging by how many actually make it to the gym floor. I climb aboard a cross trainer, ramp up Rammstein and grind for an hour. It is a grind to start with but the effort eases as I get through the hour. At last I am done, 696 calories burnt and 7.55 kilometres traveled, virtually of course. I sterilise the machine and head for the showers. These days I do not bother to remember my locker number I just have a rough idea where it is and look for the pink padlock, it appears no one else fancies a pink padlock on their locker door. It makes me smile, men’s changing rooms are still so macho and image driven. Today the lounge bar is open so I indulge in Thai chicken soup and an americano. The soup comes with half a baguette, the dreaded carbs, but I succumb and indulge enjoyably. The gym is all very well but I’ve missed a call from a friend, which is irksome.

On the way home I fill my partners car and put the bins out before I park up. Once in home I pick up the watch that I had rediscovered this morning and got my “watch kit” from the garage and started to tinker with it. It was a present from my partner and has languished in a draw for a while due to it not working. I get the first old one working but the silver one takes more thought. At last I get into it and change the battery but find the retaining lever on one side does not retain the battery. I resort to my old friend nail varnish, a dab of my eldest daughters blue polish cements the bits in place and the watch works again. Just the back to wrestle back onto the watch and I am done. In the midst of this our guest arrives and Amazon deliver a few boxes, which seems to suggest that the rest of the family are getting ahead with their Christmas shopping.

By the time I’ve finished with the watches and started the blog its time for tea with our guest. There is conversation around the table and then I retreat to the blog before we all settle down to watch the great British Bake Off. I am feeling less sore for having trained and have a work free day tomorrow and a day when I shall have much of the house to myself as my partner and her friend are going to Chatsworth House Christmas fayre. Hopefully I can train, think about Christmas and read some more of The Cat That Saved Books.

Jab Monday rolls around again. A coffee and dish of muesli and its off to the GP. Its turned cold and the brisk walk does me good, or at least wakes me up. The nurse is cheery and on the ball so I am not in the clinic room long. Today is the right side, the side that tends to be more sore than the other. I walk home and take myself to the shed to write letters. I settle down to purple ink and pens and write. The morning goes by, my partner brings me coffee and then later a friend rings to chat. It is a very welcome call. Lunchtime soon arrives and my partner and I go for a walk to the post box and then around the village. By the time we get back my gut is beginning to feel sore.

After a kipper lunch I start to do odd jobs like replacing light bulbs and gas fire batteries. I while away time waiting for the Tesco delivery. It finally arrives and there is the usual flurry of activity as we unload the trays and stow the good away. I settle back to odd jobs and then close up the shed and retreat to my “soffice”. There is a flurry of Amazon ordering for boring things like light bulbs and data sticks. By now I’m tired and cannot face training so resort to Mock the Week and drafting the blog. I think tonight I shall try to sleep early and read a little after my self esteem has been dented by Just Connect and University Challenge. It’s shaky junkie time.

Sunday, which means a weigh in first thing. So that’s what I did with the result that I now weigh 92.8 Kilos. I have lost a bit of weight this week but not a lot. This is the start of the slow grind to shift the rest of the weight having shed the easy pounds last week by cutting out carbs. My partner and I take a walk to the village shop and pick more paracetamol for me to take pre jab on Monday, along with a paper and my weight loss treat, a bag of Whispa bites. Back home I read the paper and then set about doing some chores and cleaning. I spent some time using a wood reviver on our ageing sofa with some success. I also check my accounts to find a friend has moved money to me so that I can send it to our friends in Shri Lanka. I set up the transfer to the family and soon get a message from them to say the money has transferred. Hopefully they will send more pictures of the work they are being able to do on their house. To date they have been able to re-roof the house so that they are now able to keep dry during the rainy season.

I get to kick off time for the afternoons rugby international. I watch half the match but decide to go to the gym instead. My partner and I go to the gym and I cross train for an hour to burn off some calories. I listen to Rammstein to block out everything around me and spend my time thinking about my last four years, from a time of health and inspiration to the spiral of illness and isolation, much has challenged and changed but the most important things have remained constant. I remain able to stand and hold my ground in the cold light of day and the real world.

Back home my evening is mostly TV, and the joys of eating my weight loss reward, my bag of Whispa bites. There is of course the usual Sunday night Tesco order to do adn then onto the blog. Tonight I will do more drugs in preparation for tomorrows early morning visit to the GP and the dreaded 28 day jab and hope for a decent nights sleep.

Thursday and its a morning of work meetings. The the post arrived and in it was a jewel of a T shirt that a friend had sent me as an early Christmas present. It is very Van Gogh starry night and I love it at first site. With a light lunch done I go to the gym and spend an hour on a cross trainer. I use the forest trail application and traverse some Californian trails. Its a hard flog but worth it. I get out of the showers hoping for a coffee but the clubs bar and restaurant is closed due to lack of staff, this really is piss poor. I go home for my drink and a tune pasta tea before going to a Collabro concert at De Montfort Hall. It would not be my first choice of music, but they make a sound I cannot and they are clearly popular judging by the fans at the front stalls and the amount of tea towels that go sold in the intermission. Here are a couple of brief tastes:

The drive home took a while as Leicester were playing at home and turned out at the same time, but we eventually made it home.

Friday and I slept in till 10:30, I have a lazy morning reading more of The Cat Who Saved Books. The more I read this book the more I like it. Any one who likes books will be made to think by this book. I take some shed time to write some thoughts and record them. I have a lunch time walk with the family to collect my drugs for next week and to visit the village cafe for a hot chocolate and rolls. Once home I put a chicken one pot into the oven before heading to the garage and a hard 30 minute row at a high level; the result, a new personal best. It would appear dead man rowing is getting fitter.

By the time I am recovered from the row its time to eat and get ready to go to Leicester Tigers. This is the first evening match of the season at home and its the first time I dig out my thermals and knitted hat. We drive into town and walk to the ground and take our seats.

The game sees the Tigers win convincingly and the crowd is happy and entertained with fireworks and bhangra drummers and dancers. Home and too tired to write the blog, its been a busy time.

Saturday can be summed up as, mostly international rugby, a little reading, a good letter from a friend and an Indian take away. The only thing of note is that I resurrected my glass tea pot and brewed a pot of very berry brew as a change from coffee. I also introduced flax seeds in to my diet. In theory they are supposed to help stay healthy. My partner has been eating them for weeks and says that since starting her hot flushes have markedly decreased. I catch up with the blog. So its been an active time, mostly, but tomorrow starts my 28 day jab routine with me starting to take prophylactic paracetamol, the uncomfortable start of my 28 day cycle. It is also weigh in day and I am hoping that my efforts over the week pay dividends.

Wednesday and I am up fairly early for breakfast and a morning of mopping up chores and get ready for an afternoon meeting. There are calls to answer and make. By late morning I decide not to go to the gym but opt instead to get into the garage and row for an hour. Its cold in the garage and I settle into a rhythm, it goes well and thanks to blue tooth head phones I am also able to take a call. The session goes well, very well and I end up rowing a personal best. Not something I have done for a while.

I get myself back to the lounge where I find a letter waiting for me, its a real treat and I settle down with a coffee to read it. Such a treat, it reminds me that I have outstanding correspondence to write and think about time in the shed over the rest of the week. I change out of my kit and have lunch and then do some final preparation for my meeting. I dial in and spend time talking to one of my services and then picking up the admin that resulted from the meeting. Mr Amazon delivers a couple of parcels for me. The first is ear plugs. I very occasionally experience hearing what sounds like a computer trying to back up. I suspected tinnitus but found that if I put my finger in my ear it stopped. I deduct that I therefore do not have tinnitus but do hear some sort of persistent household noise, so I will give ear plugs a go next time this annoying phenomenon occurs. The second surprise package was a book, an early Christmas present from a friend. I was intrigued and immediately started to read it and was gripped. Books, Japanese culture and talking cat, right up my alley.

I read for quite a while and before I know it, its time for tea and background TV wall paper until Shetland. However for a while we thought we had lost my partners mother on her journey from the hospital that she left at 6 o’clock and had not arrived home at gone past 9 o’clock. As I was phoning ambulance services to try and track her down she happily turned up at home. It had been a long day for the 93 year old, there has got to be a better way to do this. I write the blog and drift into thinking about tomorrow’s early meeting, when I can get to the gym and the evening out to see Collabro. Behind all this is the awareness that this is a pre jab week and that on Sunday I will start to pre load with paracetamol in preparation for the jab on Monday. Must remember to collect the jab from the chemist.

Tuesday, I sleep okay and wake up late, or at least later than usual. Before I can leap from my bed I get a call from a friend and we have a chat about how COVID is going and how fatiguing recovery is. It is a slow process to recovery especially with a family to be provided for. I get up and go for kippers for breakfast, a good choice, I’ve not had them for years. So breakfast done I’m off to the shed to write and to once again fill the squirrel feeder. My squirrels eat all day and appear not to put weight on, I wish I knew how they do that. I spend the morning writing letters and by lunchtime I am done.

A trip to the post box and then there is a meal to get into the Croc Pot for tonight’s meal. I throw in the ingredients and set the controls to the heart of the sun and then read an award report in preparation for another meeting tomorrow. I realise as I skim through my documents that it is November adn that means there needs to be an October invoice. I set about preparing my invoice for work and when done I send it off to my manager and the team. I am left wondering if it will get paid in time for Christmas. A couple of hospital providers ring me up in my response to my enquiries about PSA tests. One is not doing them at the moment while the other one will charge me £85 but I have to be referred by my GP. One of them pointed out that my GP could refer me to the nhs hospital where my oncologist practices who would then do it for free. At some point in the afternoon my youngest daughter sends me a picture of Lush’s Christmas Cinderella Coach bath bomb, gloriously pink adn sparkly. I pack my bag ready for the gym and put the bin out for tomorrows collection. My partner finishes work and we head for the gym.

Usually we buy water to drink while we train but we find the club bar and kitchen closed due to lack of staff. That’s poor service for a club. I change and find a cross trainer. I grind out a no water hour. On the ITV local news on the gym television I learn that two people were found dead with serious wounds in Desford. We had noticed the police at the house as we drove by the other day but had no idea why. e noticed because the guy who lived there always planted cosmos and sunflowers in front of his front fence. Always a splendid display. When we drove by he was digging them up. I guess there will be no cosmos and sunflowers next year. 727 calories burned and 8.29 kilometres before I escape to the showers.

Back home the meal is ready so we sit to eat once I’ve thrown my daughter out of my place on the sofa and got her to stow her boots and coat out of the lounge. Its great British bake off night tonight, caramel week. I watch it and then start the blog.

Monday, its an evidence review morning in preparation for a pre review phone call latte in the morning. So a quick muesli breakfast and I am picking my way through documents checklists. I prepare a list of queries for the service team I am reviewing and indulge in a second coffee of the morning. At the appointed time I dial into the Teams meeting and we set about going through the preparations for the review day. It is a positive and constructive meeting and ends on time. I’m looking forward to the review day and the additional evidence that is coming to me.

Having concluded work for the morning I order my next lot of drugs and ring the GP surgery to make next Mondays jab appointment. Just one of those routine tasks that pop up with monotonous regularity. Then I drive my partner into town to the opticians. Once she is called in I go shopping rather than hang around. I of course get drawn into a stationary store where I cannot resist sparkly pens and a notebook. As I swing by the opticians there is no sign of my partner so I head for Waterstones. Once in side I am truly lost, I do not think I have ever come out without a book and today is no exception. I cannot resist a volume of Alan Ginsberg’s poetry and songs. As one of the originators of the American beat generation he was way out on a limb and an extremely interesting, challenging read.

By the time I swing back to the opticians my partner is looking at frames. Its a relatively short process of selection but the techno bit of lens selection and measuring takes much longer, during which I missed a call. Having settled the selection, ordered and paid we return home.

I am hungry and rootle through my quartermaster stores and find a tin of tomato soup that I consume with a wedge of cheese. I slowly get changed in readiness to train. I really do not feel like it, I’m feeling tired and energy less so I take a breath, grit my teeth and get myself into the garage and onto the rower. Its tough going but I grind through the time and by the end I am pleased I’ve done it. This is after all something I see as my “medicine”, one of the things that gives me a sense of some control of what is happening to me. It is at the low motivation stage that I need these things to make myself keep doing them. This session was one of the grind.

I finish my session and get ready for tea, which we ate as we waited for the Tesco delivery. In anticipation of the delivery I move a car off the drive just as the ninja police speed van parks itself on the grass central verge and begins its trapping for the night. Of course the jolly Tesco delivery person turned up on time and there was the usual rapid unloading of trays and storage of fridge goodies as quickly as possible. the rest of my evening is used to write the blog and read Ginsberg.

Saturday; a rest day as I ache from the gym. My day can therefore be summed up as follows:

• Fill drugs dispensers for the next two weeks
• Fill squirrel feeder,again! (Must have fattest squirrels in the world.)
• Leicester lose to Arsenal 2 – 0 on TV
• Leicester Tigers smash Northampton 55 -26. on TV
• Make a pie for tea
• Strictly sees its first 40 of the series.
• I get addicted to Vienna Blood
• Match of the day.
• Put all the non electric clocks back an hour
• Bed.

A day of total indulgence and brain rotting indolence. Not a single word read or written apart from the few WhatsApp messages I send to friends. A day of unabated cognitive power saving mode.

Sunday,deliciously wake up late, a good start. Then comes the moment of truth before my partner brings the first coffee of the day back to bed. Yes its weigh in time. Last week I weighed in at a porkerish 96.7 kilos, which threw me into shock and prompted my immediate protein and fruit diet again. With trepidation I stepped on to the scales and after a moment I looked down.

93.1! a loss of 3.6 kilos.

Of course I check a couple of times but each time 93.1 is confirmed. It goes to show what cutting out the sweets and carbs can do. In essence its about cutting out all the refined sugar that goes into most carb sources like bread, buns and stuff like that. I am surprised and pleased and I wonder why I am quite so pleased and relieved. My sense is that my weight is one physical thing that I can control, have dominion over. I came to the conclusion from my own experience and reading others accounts that the PSA level related to my cancer is driven by biochemical and physiological processes beyond my control and are in part in the gift of the oncologist and medical profession. I do not like that, it does not sit well with me at all. But I can control my physical weight, I can choose what goes into my body and what I do with my body to keep it fit. I think therefore my weight is more than just weight it is about feeling that I have some measure of control over somethings physical that might just impinge on how well I resist the cancer. My training helps me to counteract the propensity of my body to grow a female pot belly and tits a result of my anti hormone treatment, More core work and building the biceps to off set the feminine protuberances is the order of the day. So today is a good day, so far.

My day gets past by going to the garden centre, watching a rugby match and the Strictly result show. Of course there was an episode of Vienna Blood and then there was the blog to write. My evening ends with some pixie skulduggery.

Thursday the 28th of October will always be a special day. The day my youngest daughter and her partner took possession of the keys to their first house. Its one of those proud parent moments with the thought that they are embarking on creating heir own home in their space in the world.

The only other things of note were a trip to the gym for a cross training session, so I keep my training going, and an unplanned trip to collect my eldest daughter from circus school when her taxi app would not accept her bank card. There was of course a work meeting in the morning but that was mundane.

Friday morning is all work admin, and tidying the kitchen before my scheduled lunch time work meeting. The work out of the way I go to the shed to write letters. A quick trip to the post box in the rain and then its time to go to the gym again. Its a tough session due to my fatigue but I am in for a surprise. Out of the shower and into the club lounge to find it full of children doing Halloween crap and their parents cluttering up all the available seats. We are out of there as quickly as possible and home to watch rugby and eat an Indian takeaway. I’m tired and write this brief blog with some multi martial arts bouts going on in the background on TV. It seems to be that many of my friends are having hard times one way and another. COVID is a persistent beast that saps the energy and it is difficult to keep taking care of yourself.

Wednesday, an early breakfast of muesli and i check my mail. I find that the CQC have sent me a reminder to complete my DBS check, so I follow the link to the forms. Of course I find I need my passport, driving license and birth certificate, so I had to rummage around to find them and return to the on line form. Took ages to fill in as it kept rejecting the possible combinations of my birth place. I make a phone call to clarify what they actually want in the difficult section and then get a call from a friend. Somewhere in there I missed another call much to my chagrin. Ultimately I get to finish the form and then find I have to run off a letter to take to the post office. So having printed the form I drive to the post office in the next village. I get checked for the princely sum of £17:50 and notice on my way out that they stock posting boxes so seizing the opportunity I buy enough for Christmas. A serendipitous find.

I have soup lunch and put tonight’s meal in the Croc Pot. I then spend time trying to get my partners laptop working as it should. I do the usual house keeping and install the latest upgrades. Of course as I restart to install the process takes ages as it grinds through the upgrades. Eventually the machine is running properly and I return it to the office ready for tomorrows Skype call. There are no more distractions to stop me from training. I ache from yesterday but I get into my gear and get myself into the garage. I do 45 minutes at an easy pace, its okay, its what I can manage today.

I get back into the house to find that the garden guy has arrived so make him tea, pay him and agree what needed doing. I retreat to change and begin my evening by starting the blog while waiting for meal to be ready. The meal pings into life in the Croc Pot and the family eats. Tonight will be taken up with the continuing Long Call drama, still hoping for even more unlikely characters and plot twists, I suspect it will be a mainstream rogue. Then on catch up it will be Shetland followed on catch catch up Mock the Week. So tonight there will be no mind improving reading, thinking, sketching, hobbying (not that I have one apart from staying alive) or writing. Yep a sofa bound night of television. I’m such a prole at times and wonder if its just the ordinary symptoms of intellectual laziness. Perhaps I shall read a sneaky poem or two before sleeping.