Monday and I am up and making warm drinks for my partner and I. We chat over the day and then I take my vitals, which are all good. Breakfast is a simple bagel affair accompanied by my meds. As I am going to York later in the day I fill the bird feeders and the squirrel feeder. My attempts to tip the water out of the swing seat cover are disastrous and I have to sort out a bodge to see the winter through. With all this stuff out of the way I pack my overnight hold all and my travelling office and load Elsie the car.

The journey to York was an easy one, Elsie floats a long very nicely. I make one stop for a snack and to fill the tank. By 2:45 I am checking in at the hotel. Once in the room I unpack and ensure the radiators are working as the roads were being salted on the way up, a sure sign its going to get cold. I spend time listening to the radio and then clip my nails. I have found that with gel nails that have grown it makes typing tricky. I jot a few notes, shower and then get ready to meet a friend in the hotel reception bar. She arrives and we take a seat it in the restaurant. With the food ordered we chat and catch up. Of course my recent experience at the oncology looms large and I am able to ask about how it looks from the outside. We chat through the meal until its time for my friend to go. Back in my room I fill in my journal and draft the blog before taking my meds and going to sleep, having set my alarm for the morning. The conversation has been helpful and I go to bed edging closer to a decision about my options.