Friday, bloods day. I am up and ready, I get to the GP, sit in the reception area. I am uncomfortable and then realise that I have not got my blood form. I go home and get it adn then dash back to the GP surgery. All good for my step count for the day. I get called in to find the nurse was delayed anyway as she had had to do an emergency ECG, which explained why a receptionist was standing outside with a couple waiting for an ambulance. I get my blood taken and go home to breakfast and coffee.

The day is a blur with highlights, buying a Christmas tree, taking my eldest daughter to have her booster jab and a call from a friend. There was a spider man film and some TV dross till it gets to midnight and some of my blood results come in, but not the crucial PSA result. My white blood cell count is up, good, my platelet count is up and normal, good. My haemoglobin level is up and in the normal range. So far so good. Its 00:41 and the rest of my results still have not been posted. I watch mixed martial arts fights and wait. Its 1 am, I go to bed none the wiser on the important markers.