Its Monday and it Ragdale Hall day. So there is a quick coffee in bed then up for breakfast and some last minute admin. I find myself in the utility room filling the laundry basket when I catch a movement out of the corner of my eye. I see it again and then I see that there is a field mouse darting about under the bird feeder gathering up seeds. It grabs a morsel and then dashes back to the hedgerow until it is ready to come out again. I am delighted, it makes my day to see the little mouse scampering about in the garden. This is a good start to the day. I walk over to the Post Office and send the documents that I worked on yesterday. On my return I find more death emails that need responding to so I set about tidying up the loose ends that I can. I get the car loaded, feed the hedge hog and have a ham roll before setting off.

Ragdale Hall is a Spa of he highest quality and luxury. It is an expensive treat but both I and my partner need a break from what seems an endless stream of issues to be dealt with. We are going to spend two nights at the Spa to try and unwind. We are greeted and our bags tagged to be taken to our room while we are given drinks and provided with the welcome pack we need. We go to our room and unpack, then slip into the fluffy towelling robes and head for the Spa area where we swim, steam, and meditate. A hot chocolate follows before another swim, which tells me how unfit I am.

The evening is filled with dinner served to us by young men who, to a man, have Peaky Blinders haircuts. My plait is out of place. A quick coffee in one of the lounges and we retreat to the room to read and for me to write the blog. It is a good start to my new campaign to get fit and lose weight before my first appointment with the radiotherapist oncologist in May. I have 9 weeks to get therapy fit. This is serious stuff, I must moisturise.