Here's a quick reminder that some parking rules are made for very valid reasons. Can you see the harm caused by this driver? Scroll down for a closer look.
(Pure coincidence that both violators were driving BMW?)
Guess which car has an expired MOT?
Here's a quick reminder that some parking rules are made for very valid reasons. Can you see the harm caused by this driver? Scroll down for a closer look.
When I woke up today I found I was thinking about prostate cancer treatment; not just my prostate cancer treatment, about which I must make a decision in the next few days, but prostate cancer in general. More specifically, my mind was going over the timing of that treatment and as I put on my dressing gown and headed for the stairs, the term lackadaisical came to mind, What a strange a word that is. I should look it up in the OED.
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| Prostate cancer (PCa) under a microscope |
But when I got downstairs, I remembered something else: I need to reconfigure the WiFi. Most of our devices work fine, except the printer, and I need the printer to make paper copies of the latest correspondence from the urologist.
I didn't fix the printer this yesterday, when I realized there was a problem, because my partner, CC, was using the Internet at the time. That would not have been a big deal six or seven years ago, but these days CC suffers from chronic fatigue and is cognitively impaired due to two brain haemorrhages and an insidious genetic condition. She also sleeps until nine in the morning most days and so stuff like reconfiguring the WiFi router is best done then.
Today, by the time I made my cereal and coffee and sat down to catch up on email and news, I could already hear CC getting up to go to the bathroom. When that happens I listen for her to walk back to her room because, if she is not planning to go back to sleep, she will typically call downstairs to ask for a beverage. Today she requested a ginger ale, not the usual tea or hot chocolate. I took her a glass of GA and decided to do the WiFi tomorrow.
Which was fine because I need to write down the big idea I had when I woke up this morning thinking about the days that have passed between the various stages of my prostate cancer diagnosis and treatment. The idea? Write a diary!
Yes, I know writing a diary is not an original idea. Indeed, it would be natural to expect that a human in their eighth decade, one who has been writing stuff for seven of those decades, an educated chap who for many years earned a living from his writing, would be no stranger to keeping a diary. Yet somehow I've managed to get this far without keeping track of my thoughts any actions on a daily basis.
Of course, as a true writer, an old school writer, the thought "must write a diary" was not immediately followed by the act of putting pen to paper. No, my first impulse was to tell myself I needed to buy a diary to write in. Pretty sure I've seen A5-size diaries at Sainsbury's. So maybe the next step on this journey is drive there, grab a diary and an early lunch, and ponder my prostate cancer treatment options.
Given the stage I am at, technically known as Grade Group 3, Gleason 7 (4+3), organ-confined, the basic choice is between surgery to remove the prostate, or a combination of radiotherapy and hormone therapy to kill off the cancerous cells and the testosterone on which they feed.
Music: Medicine Show by Big Audio Dynamite
Nutrients: Did not find a suitable diary at Sainsbury's, but picked up a nice roasted chicken.
Meds and such: Daily Pills ✔ G&T Tonic ✔ Spermidine✔ CBD ✘ Banana ✔
Terminology: OED = Oxford English Dictionary, specifically complete version, which is 1000 pages long because it details the history off all English words. You can access the basics online, but the gory details are firewalled. Today I realized my annual subscription has lapsed. It's £100 per year for Brits, which is a bloody cheek because it's only $100 for Americans. That's currently about a 25% discount. I could maybe VPN my way to paying dollars, but not today.
Using drones to make movies and take pictures can be a lot of fun. It offers new ways in which to see our world, ways previously limited to birds and flying insects. I took up drone photography as a hobby last December (2025). I recorded this footage in January and added a bit of sound and text.
I am writing this in the waiting room of the nuclear medicine facility at UHCW (University Hospitals Coventry and Warwickshire). I am about to have a bone scan to see if the cancer in my prostate has spread beyond said organ. This procedure requires me to be out of the house for about six hours. Not normally a problem, but…
…two weeks ago, Chey’s slow cognitive decline accelerated and it has not yet rebounded. This means that, for the first time ever, I felt the need to have a professional carer present in our home while I was absent from it.
On the plus side, living in Coventry means that we have access to affordable, professional, compassionate care. And one of those professional compassionate carers is currently at the house in case Chey needs anything while I am gone.
Arranging this care is partly a dry run for when I have to go in for prostate cancer treatment which could, probably will, limit my abilities to look after Chey myself for a couple of weeks.
So that’s the first pair of mixed emotions. I’d rather not have prostate cancer and I’d rather Chey had her full cognitive and physical abilities restored, but in the absence of those things we are fortunate to have access to care and support that we need. (A big shout out to Carers Trust Heart of England for it’s excellent work supporting carers.)
Another set of mixed emotions involves our dearly departed Lola, a lovely feline companion for the last five years. Sadly, she became ill three months ago and it turned out to be inoperable stomach cancer, so we had to say goodbye. That was also two weeks ago.
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| Lola |
Thankfully, Lola left us with many wonderful memories and thousands of cat pics! However, at the risk of sounding overly dispassionate and pragmatic, her departure has also eased the care burden on me, enabling me to focus more on Chey, while also supporting my mum (who it must be said, is healthier than both of us and looking forward to her 97th birthday next month).
So there’s #Hope that Chey will improve and my prostate cancer can be treated without a gap in care for Chey. And there’s #Gratitude that we are in a position to access the treatment and care we need. We both have books still to write and places yet so go.
Yes, as cruel months go, February, 2026 has been quite the contender (wry literary reference for anyone who’s had to read T. S. Eliot). But at least we’ve witnessed the first arrest of an heir to the throne in over 350 years!
As time permits I will be writing up notes on Chey’s health and mine. In the meantime, offerings to the weather gods would be appreciated. Seeing a lot more sun and a lot less rain would help, preferably before April.
P.S. I already made a website to share Chey's underlying health issues, it's called She's No Okay, Yet.