Wednesday and I wake up feeling very Shrek donkey, I could do with a hug. I delay getting up until I’ve done my social media and email check.

I get myself up and have my usual muesli breakfast and fresh coffee before clearing the kitchen and trying to get focussed. I get a WhatsApp from an old colleague asking for advice/information, which I reply to and then settle down to check my life and cancer admin. I find an email from my sister and reply to her. In no time at all it is lunchtime, and my partner goes out to visit her mother. I get myself changed into my training gear and head for the garage. As I did not train yesterday having pissed blood post training on Monday, I need to do a reasonable session but a controlled one, so I select a 45-minute session at a lower level. I bulldog clip my earphones to my track suit and set off to the sounds of Radio Ones Chill Anthems (so down with the kids). It is a slow and gentle session but burns 500+ calories over 8+ kilometres.

I get myself out of the garage and change into some sloppy football watching gear. I make myself a fried sandwich and fresh coffee and as I head for the lounge, I bump into my eldest daughter coming in with her academic supervisor. They had arranged to meet in the village pub only to find it is closed this lunchtime, so they hunker down in our dining room to talk things academic. I settle down in the lounge to watch football and to do some more Christmas shopping, before I start to draft the blog for the day. I can feel the weather getting cold and have already put the heating on. It feels like winter is here. My evening is football and a film “The Wonder”, which I recommend. I do my night meds and go to bed looking forward to December and a fresh page on my cash book. Roll on Christmas.