Here I am again. Drawn to make another diary entry.

My life is easy. I was at the outpatients clinic today and things appear fine with my blood. I'm getting fitter by the week, still, which I was told would happen but I never thought it would continue to the extent that it has. Physically I am great and constantly improving.

I've been fixing cars and humphing washing machines over the last few weeks. I sold a roofrack to someone I've never met on t'internet and went to a couple of parties.

I became an uncle 2 days ago. Little Callum was 8lbs 7oz and is a wee angel. I wasn't as freaked out by him as I thought I might be, it's lovely, mother and baby are fine and everyone concerned is delighted.

Today was marred a bit by the my discovery of Gary's death, a week ago today. He wasn't fixable seemingly. I hope he wasn't afraid.

I am really cut up about it. I'm not guilty, I'm not angry, I am just sad.