Saturday and it is a lazy awaking as I take my vitals, all okay, and think about what I am going to do. There are some basic chores to be done and a lot of rugby to be watched. I keep an eye on the mail hoping that my new “going out” clothes might arrive, but alas they do not show up. So the day gets swallowed up with life admin and very quickly the family are eating an early tea prior to going out for the evening. My partner drives myself and our eldest daughter to the local theatre to see Fisherman’s Friends.

The theatre for forum and bars were full it was clear that it was going to be a full house. Once the auditorium doors are open people just escape to the auditorium. We find our seats, which are three on the end of a row and clearly mistime our entry as there is no one in the row as we sit. There is a continuing filling of the auditorium and of course we do the “uppy downy” dance as the rest of the row fills up.

Eventually everyone is in and Fisherman’s Friends get on with the show, but not before the trio behind me manage to spill a glass of red wine over my fleece jacket that I have tucked under my seat. The woman had the decency to tell me and offer me tissues, but my jacket sleeve and shoulder was drenched in a foul smelling red wine. The woman continues to apologies but what can you say to someone who has brought her elderly father, who is obviously not all there, out for a treat. The show goes on and the interval is reached. We go out for the break where I join the huge queue for a pee. This theatre has so few toilets that every time we visit there is always long queues for the toilets which is a real down side for people like me managing anything to do with a dodgy prostate. Its a challenge to my Will power to refuse an ice cream but I make it into the second half of the show.

The Fisherman’s Friends were good at what they did and of course saved their most popular songs till last. With the end of the last song large numbers of the audience around us just legged it for the exit. as a family we tend to let the rush go and take our time but this time a women starts having a go at my eldest daughter saying things about her enjoyment being ruined by my eldest daughter phone and filming the show, neither of which my eldest daughter was doing. Despite my daughters denials this woman continued to harass my daughter at which point I slipped in to “don’t fuck with my daughter” and told the woman to leave my daughter alone,, she ignored me so I repeated myself and got between them. We left and the woman turned round to follow us out, I ushered my crew out and left the woman complaining to the poor theatre usher as she continued on with whatever her issue was. There was something wrong about the whole thing that made me wary of what the underlying issue might actually be.

We loaded into the car and edged our way out of the car park and made our way home, where I settled down to watch football and the family went off to bed. I took my night meds and finally went to bed.

Sunday and I have missed the fact that the clocks have gone back an hour. I make warm drinks for my partner and I before taking my vitals. My vitals are better than I expected, which is good. I get up to breakfast cooked by my partner and we sit and watch the Strictly that we missed last night while we were out. The day is a drift, my partner continues to sew her latest project and I continue to have conversations about the development of a new website. With that out of the way my partner asks me to mend the ear on her elephant mug. This is an interesting challenge as the bits are small and need careful placement. With all the available pieces in place it becomes apparent that a small chip is missing. I have nothing to model the missing chip in so I decide to colour the thin white edges that have been left. Eventually I am done and return the mug to its kitchen shelf space. Much of this time I have the radio football coverage in my ears, and continue to have as I start to draft the blog. This evening there will of course be tea and the Strictly results show. I have organised my daily food and training journal and what I need to do this coming week. The highlights are two scans in readiness for my next oncology review on the 12th of November. It will be a watershed moment. Alongside the scans there are drugs to be ordered and bloods to be done, all of this punctuated by a night out to see Fascinating Aida and having my nails done. This all culminates in the drive down to spend the weekend with my youngest daughter. I am hoping that my spoons of energy see me through. In there somewhere I am hoping a tiler will reappear to finish the office floor. It never ends.