Clive James: ‘In my condition, you have to go on throwing a double six just to stay in the game’

I've been making plans for yet another in the string of springs that I never expected to see

In the oncology clinic at Addenbrooke's, my latest blood test went pretty well, but I got a bit down in the mouth anyway, because for someone in my condition, even a good result is a reminder that you have to go on throwing a double six to stay in the game. In the cab home, however, gloom was soon dispelled by the sight of the flowers in the lawns of the college "backs", so called to help foreign visitors grasp the Cambridge concept of a back yard that looks better than anybody else's front yard.

Some of the daffodils had been on display for weeks, but now they had tripled their numbers and were being joined by searching bursts of crocuses, erupting like Byzantine tracer through the grass. Or perhaps Botticelli's Primavera girl had just gone dancing through, or Matilda from Dante's Earthly Paradise. Or perhaps they were just crocuses. Good of them, though, to arrive just in time for me to notice.