“Saw your programme last night,” my Spin instructor says this morning when I arrive. I’m the first one there as usual.
“Oh great. Did you like it?” I say, taking off my coat and scarf, putting them on the bench at the side of the room.
“Yes, it was very good,” he says. “It shows that you just never know what people are going through. Does this class help with your mental disorder?”
“Yes, a lot,” I say, adjusting my handlebars. “In fact they filmed one of my sessions with my personal trainer at my old gym but it didn’t make it in to the final programme and…”
“You know, it’s amazing what exercise can help with,” he says. “I taught a class once and a man used to take part who had a prosthetic leg. He’d take it off and cycle with one leg so…”
“Amazing,” I say, filling my water bottle. “I had no idea you could cycle with one leg.”
Am exhausted, due to a mad day yesterday containing:
1. Radio interviews.
3. Trip to BBC News in town to appear live on television.
4. Celebratory dinner with parentals and brother to show off professionally-applied make-up, dress and heels.
5. Watching my programme at 9pm.
6. Chat with Seb at 10pm to see what he thought of programme. He liked it, so that’s good.
Radiotherapy today is tough. Struggle with my breath holds – have to attempt the first one four times. Am too tired. Also cold is still in evidence.
On the plus side: all three radiotherapists and receceptionist enjoyed the programme. Have been receiving messages all day from people who watched it. Fingers crossed it does well and wins awards and so on. Ten years ago we won an Emmy!
Here is today’s radiotherapy outfit:
Sadly, one person is Not Pleased about the programme. His bit ended up on the cutting room floor. If we win an award, he’ll hide it in the bathroom. Or smash it. Here he is:
Happy Tuesday everyone!
*1944. By Elleston Trevor. Hard-boiled crime novel starring gunman-gangster Raz Berry.