Wednesday night I went out for a meal and a few drinks with Nick at Giraffe, a place I'd walked past regularly but never used before. All in all, a rather pleasant evening.
Thursday lunchtime at St Helen's. The start of a series on Romans 12.
Friday: another exciting day, beginning with the journey from Wembley Stadium to Liverpool Street (via Marylebone and Baker Street).
Then in the evening, all the way from Liverpool Street to Bromborough without incident (via Euston Square, Euston and Chester).
This morning, McDonalds breakfast. Christopher's request. He took the hobbit view and had two breakfasts. He has an appetite much healthier than ever before, but that's probably the steroids...
He seems to be in fairly good health, but isn't, of course. But his energy levels are higher than they were. I don't wish chemotherapy on anyone, but he seems to be doing OK. The main concern at the moment is that his hair is finally looking like it's at risk.