Tuesday and I wake up to a silent house as the household has gone to work, so I have time to appreciate the warmth of the winter duvet. I am still sore from yesterdays injections so I take my time getting up. I decide to walk to the village co-op for a paper and then to the village café. Getting a paper goes well but I am thwarted for breakfast by the café being closed till the 26th. Back home I resort to muesli, coffee and the crosswords. Out of the blue an email comes in telling me that the sale of the house in London as part of my sisters estate as been completed.

There is an immediate relief that this has been accomplished and then there is a flurry of paperwork to do. I send several emails tying up loose ends and asking for clarifications on tax points. Thus my afternoon disappears as I print of copies of statements and file them. My partner returns from work and we move into the evening. I watch England beat Italy and qualify for next years European championships. The blog gets drafted while the TV plays out the news in the background. I am tired from yesterdays injections and will take my night meds and go to bed early hoping that tomorrow I will be able to train and reflect on being free of my childhood home in London and all the baggage that came with it.