Friday and I wake up in a hotel room again. Its a strange sense listening to a hotel wake up around me and I follow suit. I shower and make my way down to breakfast. It feels a quite chaotic set up but in essence I am left to graze on anything I want in any order. It is very much a refuelling experience. I return to my room to pack and organise myself for the journey back. I do not rush and take my time till I feel ready to drive. In the midst of this I receive a message that a hospital is trying to contact my sister. I make calls and send messages and texts. I leave York not knowing what the situation is.

In reality my drive back was smooth. I restocked my wine gum and water stocks at the first garage and then drive smartly home. Back home I unpack and return to messaging my sister. I get a phone call from the hospital asking if my sister was coming to her appointment as it was past time for her appointment today. I suspect that there is a story to all this and that most of it will be communication misunderstandings. The family return home and we catch up. Its Friday and we are all tired and decide it will be a good day to have fish and chips. My eldest daughter and I walk over to the chippy and find that due to the earthquake in Turkey the chippy is closed for a week. So plan B was put into action and we dined on Indian takeaway. I start to read my latest Neil Gaiman novel. Stardust. More fairies and strange folk. The evening has TV and drafting the blog in it. By the time Graham Norton comes round I am out of energy, take my meds and retreat to bed.