Sunday: Fathers Day! I get to spend most of the day with my two daughters who give me cards and presents, but most of all affection. So not only do I have lots of new plants for the garden but I am also now the proud owner of a new San Jose Sharks ice hockey jersey to add to my collection, of course I get cards as well.

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So as we breakfast and celebrate the road outside is closed and finally gets resurfaced after the tarmac lorry leakage excitement of a few days ago.

We spend the morning idling as families do until noon time when I decide to dress for lunch in my new Oxford bags and matching waistcoat. Even though I say it myself I do not look bad for a bloke with prostate cancer.

So we lunch and then my youngest and her fiance have to dash as they are going to have their first vaccine in the afternoon and they have to get back home first. We wave them farewell and I indulge in a long afternoon bath doing absolutely nothing. This is not only a Fathers Day treat but also my rest day from training so I laze guilt free knowing that I weighed in this morning at 91.5 kilos. At the moment I am happy to weigh in anything under 92 kilos, which was my pre illness reasonably fit weight. So floating in my guilt free bath bomb bath is a good experience. I’ve started my prophylactic paracetamol prior to tomorrows 28 day injection so I’m pain free and relaxed. I laze until the football kickoff time approaches. The game is okay and Wales goes through. My evening is spent with my partner watching “Prisoners” a film about two children that get abducted and the responses of the parents. A dark film where the under tone is about making people loose their faith and become brutal and unthinking in their pain. By the time it finished retreat to sleep was the best option, after having cleared the kitchen of course.

Monday. A morning of writing the blog before hopefully going to the Shed to read and write. My 28 day jab is unusually at midday today so I settle down to catch up with the blog as I did not write it yesterday. I friend calls for a brief chat during which she tells me of her champagne meal with friends that all happened without leaving St Pancras station, and one or two work emails pop up and need dealing with. I press on with the blog and suddenly realise its almost time for my injection. I arrive at the GP surgery and await the nurse. I read some of Miriam Akhtar’s What is Post-Traumatic Growth? a nifty little starter book on the topic. I get called in and the nurse takes her time injecting me so as to maximize the absorption and reduce the clumping of the depo and the formation of lumps of injection scar. After that I get my 3 monthly B12 jab. I return home and feed on double noodles before going for a postprandial peregrination with my partner around the village to get a breath of fresh air. Feeling suitably refreshed I return to the blog prior to a work meeting. The day is not what I planned, I still have letter to write, work to do in the form of a presentation, a meeting to attend, training to do and a to do list to sort out. Somehow I am feeling busy and in need of a trip to get away from it all. And as I type this the Tesco delivery arrives just as the rest of the household are all on work calls. Tesco done I go to my work meeting, which gets some arrangements sorted and an understanding of the training the team are delivering on Wednesday. I have time to draw breath and then its football time, tea and more football. So after the excitement of football I go to the garage for half an hour on the rower. Its a training day, so it happens even at 10:30pm.

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I return to the blog aware that today is the summer solstice. Tomorrow the nights start to draw in. Tomorrow I am determined to make it to the Shed and do all the things I meant to do today.