Saturday and I wake up to my partner sipping coffee and offering me one. We sit and sip coffee knowing we are going into town. My partner gets up to go to the Chemists to get some stuff including my prescription. Its injection day on Monday. While my partner goes out I start the bacon sandwiches and coffee. As soon as we have eaten we get ready and then drive into town. The mission is to find knitting patterns for baby clothes and of course wool and pins.

In town we park up and head for Lewis’s where we find the knitting and sewing department. We peruse the pattern books, rummage through wool options and look for appropriate pins. It was fruitless. The patterns were insipid, the wools limited and there were no 4mm pins. There was a half hearted option but in the end we walked away and headed for the specialist shop tucked away in the alleys of Leicester city centre. We found the shop and instantly found patterns, wool and the right size pins. The materials were bought and we headed to nearby Italian café/ delicatessen. What a find the place is. It is full of traditional Italian food. We order coffee and tubular pastries filled with flavoured cream. I choose the pistachio flavoured one, which turns out to be delicious. I shall return to sample the whole range.

I dive my partner and home and catch up with my social media messages. After yesterday a friend and I share snowdrop pictures inspired by the ones we saw at Calke Abbey yesterday.

I also find a letter from a friend. It is a very unexpected letter as it is a response to one of the poems that I put on the blog. I read it and I’m taken aback. It is the first time anyone has responded to any of my blog poems with such a strong response. It is a jolt to my system and makes me think that I should renew my efforts to properly publish some of my poetry. The teem to watch the new six nations rugby matches is almost come around so I change into my training kit while my partner cleans her car. The rugby is good and a real pleasure. At the end of the game I dash off to the garage and row for half an hour having upped the resistance level a notch to make sure I work harder.

At the end of the session I head back to the sofa and record the session and then watch England lose the Calcutta Cup. It was an excellent game at the end of which my partner and decide on Indian take away for the evening meal. I change out of my kit and wait for the food to arrive. When it does my partner and I sit down to eat. So we are into the evening and there is a different feel to the evening. As I start to draft the blog I am accompanied by the click of knitting needles. New baby clothes are under way. The evening continues with reading until its time for the football highlights, night meds and bed.

Friday and I wake up sluggishly but need to get going as today I am going for coffee with a friend. I get up and do toast and a quick coffee before driving off to Ashby to meet my friend. When I arrive I get the nice surprise of being told I am going to Calke Abbey for coffee. On arrival I put on my walking shoes and we go off to explore the gardens and parts of the house. The first thing that is obvious is the profusion of snow drops everywhere. They are quite stunning and in the walled garden there is a display of all the types of snowdrops that can be found in the gardens.

We walk down to the ice house and look around the gardens. There are so many good ideas for herbs and plants. It is somewhere I must come again in the summer. Having looked around for a while we found the restaurant but also the second hand book shop next to it. I could not resist a browse and neither could I resist buying a slim volume of poetry. It turned out to be a gem. As an aside I will just say that this was a very interesting and talented young man that died aged 21 on active duty. Below is the inside first pages and the last section of his last poem written just a couple of months before he was killed on patrol.

The Solomon Eagle referred to in the poem was a Quaker who appeared as a prophet during the Great Plague, calling on the city to repent. The early poems were written when he was sixteen and reflect a huge ability and knowledge of the contemporary poets and the poetic traditions. I had never heard of him or come across his work so this is a real pleasure. I shall be reading the full collection while I continue to read Fragile Things. It would appear that I have a lot of brain food to keep me going at the moment.

We continued to explore the house and the rooms that were open for viewing. There was a fascinating array of things in the family home that went back to the 12th century. There was a woman doing embroidery in one of the room who had created some really brilliant pieces. I get thirsty and we go for another coffee and talk about how I am and what I’m doing. We chat until its time to go as my friend has an appointment with one of her students. She drives me back to her house where I pick up my car and drive home with my new poetry book tucked into my pocket.

Once home I settle down to read my new little book of poetry. It is probably the best £2:50 I’ve spent for years. What a 21 years this guy had and what poetry he produced. It both inspires me and scares me. But as he wrote in a letter to a friend he thought he was out on his own as his poetry was not conforming to the fashion that was prevalent. My partner cooks tea and we sit and eat it to a background of TV before I start to draft the blog and my partner goes off to have a bath before we get to dance to the Death in Paradise introduction music. I shall eventually take my night meds go to bed and read and hope the weekend works out, but today has been a good day.

Lots to do this weekend but my major concern at the moment is whether the chemist will have my injection for me tomorrow. I managed to mismanage my medicines management this week and put my prescription in late. So Monday could be a scrabble as I’ve got to get a visit to the dentist fitted in as well. Hopefully things will go my way and I will get to watch the first Six Nations games and order a new sofa and chair. So I’ll roll the dice and see what happens.

Thursday and I am awake early as today I’m going to the gym for the day, the intention is to do two sessions either side of lunch. I have breakfast and organise myself while my partner does her first two work meetings. The its a frantic getting things ready and I leave for the gym followed by my partner. It is the first time in months that everyone in the household have left the house. I hope the house behaves itself while we are away.

The gym is clearing out its early morning addicts as I arrive. I get double lockers to accommodate both my bags as I have brought my traveling office rucksack with me. I grab a cross trainer on the gym floor and set off on a 55 minutes session. It goes okay and earns me PAI points on my Fitbit.

I walk around a bit and then return to the changing rooms to get my track suit and rucksack office. Once besuited I head for the lounge and a large coffee accompanied by a bacon adn egg bun. I settle down to read Fragile Things and to get the blog started. Its a good way to while away a couple of hours. By about half past one I get myself back to the gym floor and get onto one of the gym rowing machines, a different type from mine in the garage. It has a long pull but on this one the display is a pig to sort out. I end up doing 10 minutes on this machine. Its not smooth and I find it uncomfortable although these machines are the standard training ones that real rowers use.

Feeling slightly disgruntled I head for a recumbent bike and set off intending to do a quiet 30 minutes to find the machine has set itself for an hour. I’m not up for that and go for 30 minutes. I have Rammstein in my ears and pedal rhythmically to it until the half hour rolls round. I drink the last of my water as I walk round the gym floor deciding that I’ve done enough for the day.

On reflection I might have been better off doing a weights session in the afternoon but hey that can be done another day. I shower and get another coffee in the club lounge. While I cool down properly I read some more Fragile Things. On the way home I fill the car and would have done my tyres had some twat not parked in front of the air line and left their car there. So home it is and the usual post gym bag emptying before I update the blog. As an experimental day at the gym its gone okay, I might repeat it. In the enthusiasm to get fitter I had forgotten to order my monthly allocation of drugs and so I do it late in the afternoon, whether the injection arrives in time for Monday. There is a bit of me that doesn’t give a toss as they are not working any more with my PSA rising. I know all the arguments about it might rise faster if I don’t take the damn stuff but I’m not seeing any evidence for that. It will be what ever its going to be.

Tonight is tuna pasta night and my partners singing lesson so I expect to be reading most of the night. Meds, read, sleep seems to be the pattern.

I wake up later than planned and quickly get organised with toast and coffee. I set about checking my messages and my bank accounts. That’s when the fun started. My phone app refused to recognise my finger print and ultimately I got locked out. It then asked me for my digital security number. Mystery to me. I tried a couple of possibles and failed. What followed was a long and frustrating process of re-establishing a new digital security number and a vocal recognition set up. It took at least two prolonged goes at setting the new code. After over a hour of frustration I got some one who knew what they were doing and guided me through the process successfully. At last I could access my accounts again. By this time I was behind schedule to meet friends for lunch.

I drove to the restaurant/bar and found my friends already there. We sat and dined and talked about a whole range of things but mostly about how we were adapting to our new situations. We are all doing new things and going through transitions as indeed some of our partners are as well. The conversation was really useful to be part of. We lingered over coffee. One of my friends is going back to Bermuda on Sunday so it was really good to see him before he went back. The journey back home seemed to go by quickly.

At home I find my partner returned from seeing her mother. I have a letter waiting for me from a friend which I read over a welcome coffee. My partner and I chat after my partner and daughter have eaten and then we settle down to watch some TV before I catch up with drafting the blog, I retreat to bed early to read my newly arrived book, Fragile Things, a collection of short stories by Neil Gaiman. It would seem that he is my author of choice at the moment. Tomorrow must be a training day. I still have the feeling that Spring is on is way and hanker after the Shed and writing. On my shoulder sits a voice that keeps reminding me that there are poems that want to be in the world.

Tuesday and I wake up with no new book to read which is a bit of a crisis as recently I’ve been reading for an hour before I get up. I check my social media, send WhatsApps and emails and order Fragile Things and selection of short stories by Neil Gaiman. I copy an advert for a Japanese wood block printing course for beginner to a friend who is into all things Japanese. I check my bank accounts and find that the household has lived within its means and when I check the fuel bill its lower this month, which is a surprise. So by the time I get out of bed at 9:30 the days life admin is done. I eat a lazy muesli breakfast and check my availability to eat with with friends in February. At the moment my availability is confined by not knowing when my PET scan will be.

STOP PRESS: As I draft the blog I get a phone call from The PET scan shop who arrange my scan for the Thursday the 16th of February. This is excellent as it means I can now plan my month. The only embarrassing moment in the conversation was when I could not remember my full email address, but I got over that and the booking was made. The other good news is that the scan is taking place at the hospital that is closest to me and the easiest to park at. Result all tound I think. For once a plan comes together.

I intended to go to the Shed but I got side tracked by trying to arrange a dentist appointment. Not the easiest thing in the world to achieve. Eventually I get through and the receptionist finds me a space in my Dentists “packed” diary. Monday the 6th is the earliest I can get so I take it. I have a bacon sandwich for lunch and then prepare to train. I’ve decided I need to break the mould of training, I feel Spring approaching, I see it in my garden, so time to change. I decide to row for and hour and a half, something I have not done before. I get into my kit, leaving off a layer and I also collect a water bottle from the fridge. I strap into the rower and set the controls for 90 minutes. I set my Fitbit going and set off on my long row. What appears to be most important is to focus enough to keep the discipline of the slower rate required. This is more mind than body. I row through the 80s, the 70s, the 60s, the 50s, the 40s to half way and then get to the 30s. In my head I am prepared for the 20s and teens to be the tough and they are. I have to concentrate to not try and rush to the end. I make it to the end. A new personal best, unexpected at this stage, but it reinforced my old belief that when things are looking bad then that’s the time to push yourself and take charge. Today feels like that. This is Rocket at his best, this is Rocket Booster time for real.

I record my session and then shower. I let my eldest daughter plait my hair before going out to see the Queen Experience.

My partner and I grab pizza before we drive into town to the concert venue. We arrive early and have coffee before getting into the auditorium. We have great seats, my youngest daughter has chosen well.

The concert gets under way, its Queen tribute and its loud. The audience is in general my peer group, which is fine. Its good to see so many people of my age surviving, however my overwhelming impression is how bloody dull their clothes are. There is no colour, I feel conspicuous and pleased to be so in my Guardians of the Galaxy T shirt. My plaited hair is not an issue but the lack of colour is. I comment about this to my partner on the way home and discover that she has deliberately not bought anything black since coming out of lockdown, I had not noticed. From now on I want to bring colour back into the clothes I wear, its time to get the bright pink jacket out again. The concert gets more intense in the second half after ice cream and a comfort break. The audience is up on its feet, well most of it and doing what British audiences do best, clap out of time. My partner and I had a fun time. At the end we let the rest of the audience go in order to avoid the mad rush out of the car park. We ambled over to the car and before setting off emptied all the half drunk bottles of water in to the windscreen washer tank as it was empty. It made the drive back so much easier.

Once home it was coffee and scone for supper before taking my meds and finishing off the draft of the blog. Its been a good day and as I said I sense that Spring is in the air. Tomorrow I will have more Neil Gaiman to read, and will be having lunch with friends including one who is back from Bermuda for a short while. Yes Spring is definitely coming.

I wake up cold and read in bed for an hour. My partner brings me coffee which I sip while continuing to read. Eventually I get up, make breakfast and attend to my social media, wishing a friend happy birthday and another a return to domestic normality. I read, yep I read, nothing but read all morning. I am only interrupted by the post man bringing me my next oncology review appointment date of March 7th. He who made a pact with the devil is clearly giving the scan department time to do me and get the result to him. Lunch time arrives later than usual, or at least I feel a midday urge to eat later than usual, which happens when I am reading. By 1:30 I have finished my book and I am stunned, it was a superb book and one that I know will linger.

To my delight I find that there is an American Gods novella included in the book, the Monarch of the Glen that has the main character from American Gods in it. I am delighted and just sit and read it in the afternoon along with an interview with the author and some after thoughts. The daylight hours are gone and the evening is on its way. My partner will visit a friend in the village to deliver a birthday present after we have feasted on fish and chips. After that I shall take in the Tesco delivery and feel at a loss. The sort of post good book loss, where thoughts swirl around in my head and already there is a craving for more to read. Its a craving for more brain food that good brain food induces. Its a kind of addiction but one that I feel reduces my ignorance and therefore reduces the worlds store of ignorance, which I think is a good thing. It also goes some way to assuage the strange guilt that comes from not doing anything, at least nothing that would be seen as “useful”. But then I am retired, fighting cancer and need to give myself a break sometimes.

Tonight I shall go to bed with a new book from my shelves to keep me company, I shall take my meds and plan a tomorrow that lets me write and train before a Queen night out.

Sunday, my rest day which starts with the Sunday weigh in. I weigh in at 97.4 kilos, that’s half a kilo lower than last week. So I goodish start to my day. Coffee and reading in bed follows until its time to think about breakfast and the delivery of a new rug. I have a muesli and coffee breakfast and wave my partner off to the gym. I then set about moving all the furniture in the lounge and preparing for a new rug being delivered today. My eldest daughter helps me move the heavy sofa and to roll up and wrap the old rug. As we finish clearing and cleaning the room a cheery chap appears with the new rug over his shoulder. My eldest daughter and I store the old rug and then put the new rug down in the lounge. Once down the furniture gets put back into the lounge and it gets its first hoover.

The afternoon continues with football, followed by more football. My partner returns to admire the new rug and approves. We eat dinner and then slip into Sunday TV, His Dark Materials, Call the Midwife and Happy Valley, which is only interrupted by a call to our youngest daughter and an amendment to tomorrow’s Tesco order. In the gaps I read more of American Gods. By the end of the evening I am tired and draft this short blog entry before downing my meds and going off to bed to read briefly and hoping for a decent nights sleep.

Saturday and I wake up after an average nights sleep. My partner has made coffee and is reading. We read and drink coffee until we feel the need to get up as we are expecting the garden guy to arrive today. As expected garden guy turns up just as breakfast is ready so its a quick dash with a coffee and some instructions for what needs doing. After breakfast there is time to chat and plan future garden work.

I put my washing in and sort out some life admin like sending off the months meter readings. After some chores I drive my partner and I to the local shopping park where we head for the sofa shops. We peruse, we examine, we sit, we get up and down, we press buttons and pull levers. We talk to sofalogists and look at brochures, read labels and asks questions. We then measure things, look as swatches, tap out figures on the calculator and decide we need one final measure at home. We stop for a Costa coffee and a bun before going home to measure up.

Back home we do the measuring and confirm our preferred sofa and chair will fit the space. We think we have chosen well. At some point we will return to the shop and order our preferences and then wait for the 13 weeks that is will take to deliver the new furniture. We will do that after we have got the new lounge rug in tomorrow. I watch some football results come in and then I go to train. I really do not feel like it but I have one more chance to train before tomorrows weigh in. I get in to my kit and trudge to the garage, strap into the rower and set off for a forty five minute session at my cruise level. Its a tough session but I grind it out and burn 600+ calories.

Back in the lounge I record the session in my journal and then get into my evening slob clothes before settling down to watch a football match and eat tea. I am determined that tomorrow will be a rest day whatever the scales say. Tomorrow will be a day for moving furniture and putting down the new rug when it arrives. The rest of my day will be reading but for tonight I hope to watch a film and go to bed to read American Gods. The reality is I am waiting, waiting for my scan appointment. Until then it is difficult to plan ahead, I dislike that feeling.

Friday and I wake up from a god awful nights sleep. My fit bit tell me I bedded for 10 hours and six minutes of which 2hours and 1 minute was deep sleep but my 36 minutes of being awake across 9 interruptions is excessive. The irregularity score is 34% and the overall sleep score is 67 and rated as Fair. So my sense of a crap nights sleep is borne out by the figures. Isn’t science wonderful. I get up and do a muesli breakfast and coffee. My intention was to weed the front flower bed under the window but my body and my will is having none of it. I read instead, its American Gods of course, which I am hooked by and it makes me wonder how many Gods I’ve run across in my life time with out realising it. Of course the answer is none, its a story but I am no stranger to stories as I have of hundreds of them in my head, the legacy of a life in forensic psychology. Apart from some internet admin I read all morning and mourn the death of Mad Sweeney a leprechaun who could pluck gold coins from the suns hoard. If that sounds your sort of thing then American Gods is for you but be warned it has a rugged side to it.

My partner goes off to her physio appointment and I pop a delicious chicken and chorizo meal in the crockpot for later. Then I am off to the gym. I get a large bottle of water and a cross trainer and I am away on a 45 minute session. The session on the apparatus goes okay, at least its another 500 + calories burnt, and it bumps my PAI (physical Activity Intelligence) score over 200. I am now operating with a physical fitness age of 55. Yep 55, full of cancer but that fit.

I drink copious amounts of water and grab a weights bar and do some sets of “21”. This goes okay but when I try to lay flat on the mat I discover again how it hurts down one side. I try stretching, which does help but it is clear I have a problem with this and need to stretch more and loosen up. I get back to the changing rooms and shower. Combing out my long hair does not bother me any more , since a waiter in Costa wanted to shake my hand and complemented me on being able to “carry off” my now long white ponytail. What I am increasingly aware of is my tits, I am growing a pair that no matter how much weight work I do its not possible to pass them of as muscular “pecs” any more, they are clearly tits. I remember that the oncologist blithely said that tits are not a problem because they can “always cut them off”. I might be holding him to that when I next see him. Post shower I get a coffee and free biscuit and read more of the American Gods in the gym lounge.

The drive home was uneventful. As I open the door there is the smell of the meal cooking, I get sorted and settle down to coffee and start to draft the blog. This evening will be a football match, and ultimately I shall dance to the opening music of Murder in Paradise. Doubtless I shall read more American Gods and think about what I want the garden guy to do tomorrow. I suspect he will be doing what I intended to do today. Sometimes a plan comes together. l love it when a plan comes together.

Thursday and I get up after reading more of American Gods and down a muesli breakfast and coffee. I check my latest blog post and cannot get it to appear on my phone. I am feeling “unconfined joy” as I start to see if I can sort the issue out. It might of course be the servers in America where my blog is held. I shall post this brief snippet to see if it jogs the process along. I’m not hopeful in my state unconfined joy but will try it. I am concerned that my posts are not immediately available which means there is a time lag between posting and people being able to read it, which for some reason seems to be assuming more importance at the moment. More to come.

It did not jog the the process. I struggle to get going and in the end I retreat to the garden and start to weed the front beds. Its good to get my hands into the dirt and smell the earth. Under the weeds that are coming up is a profusion of bulbs coming up. The more I weed the more green beaks appear. What also appears is a robin who starts to garden alongside me in the freshly hoed earth. To my surprise Robin hangs around and stays close. It turns out gardening is good for me as my mood lifts and I get a sense of growing again. I like my new mate Robin and hope he is there tomorrow as I set to on the other flower bed.

I stop for a late lunch of chicken soup and coffee and then open my post. In there is a letter from a friend in green ink, Its a thoughtful letter and raise some interesting questions like where are the dreams that don’t get remembered. I open my package with new jeans and get them on straight away as I like the look. Once they are on I like them even more. In fact I like them so much I buy a new wide belt to go with them. The combination of gardening, a letter and new jeans is enough to get me motivated enough to train. I get myself changed and head for the garage. I strap into the rower and set the controls for an hour on my cruise level. It goes okay and I burn 800+ calories, and do more than 12 kilometres.

The evening arrives with tuna pasta and TV. I update the blog while my bathes before we indulge in some TV drama. I read and take my meds before I go to bed intending to once again garden and train tomorrow.