Its Thursday and I am still at MB3, but not for long. I am driving back home by 7 o’clock and I get there in time to for a work meeting at 9 o’clock. Its a reasonable meeting and gives me an opportunity to catch up with colleagues. The meeting goes on for longer than usual as I and a colleague talk football and Christmas arrangements. I have lunch with my partner and then I get myself in to the garage to row for 45 minutes.

As its Thursday its tuna pasta day and then there is football to watch. At the end of the day I crawl into bed.

Friday: It was a gym day. 65 minutes on a cross trainer, 731 calories burnt, 8.51 kilometres done. The garden guy came in the morning to tidy the garden while I refilled the squirrel feeder. Take away for tea and best of all Vienna Blood in the evening.

Saturday, breakfast, gym (65 minutes on a horizontal cycle) and shopping followed by Strictly. Rose to win. Of course there has been some clandestine Christmas activity, some by me and some by the pixies. Best of all my friend has sent me a “Fuck Cancer” T shirt for my next oncology review. Picture to follow tomorrow. The real chores are stacking up, I’ve got work to do, DVD to move on, Christmas to finalise, letters to write, and poetry competitions to enter.

I realise that this is all very perfunctory but life is at the moment. Its just the run up to the oncology review. The world is no different, my view of it just less interested at the moment.