A Pound of Flesh and a Pint of Blood at Lunch...

Dear Juliet

I had a long lunch with an old friend from college today (hence the late blog, sorry) but I've also been called into hospital to give more blood tomorrow.

However, it looks like things are winding down, the course of chemo pills concludes in August and I don't think they're going totally to exsanguinate me. That said, I think I've given my pound of flesh and pint of blood.

It looks like the long walks through Wolverhampton are coming to an end, and (with respect to Evelyn Waugh), a "small red flame - a beaten-copper lamp of deplorable design relit before the beaten-copper doors of a tabernacle; the flame which the old knights saw from their tombs ... burns again."

I'm unquestionably being a bit overdramatic, but the result might have been different in other days. The king, whom I briefly saw last week, doesn't actually have prostate cancer and very little has been said about the actual diagnosis, but on the basis of my very subjective glimpse he did look a bit grey-faced.

Let's hope the light will burn again.

Nice video short, by the way.

Love,

James