Sunday and it turns out to be a curates egg of a day. It starts with a night when the bathroom lights fail but breakfast is good as we are given a table that over looks the front lawn that runs down to Braithwaite lake.
After breakfast there is the packing and loading Elsie the SUV. With that done it was time to pay the bill and leave but found that we were being charged twice so there was some toing and froing. Eventually it gets sorted and I am able to drive off with my partner. The first part of the journey was pleasant but as we came south the weather became atrociously bad. Added to the heavy rain came the huge detour when we tried to get through Stoke only to find the road we wanted was totally blocked, so I had to drive back to the motor way to carry on the journey. In the end it takes six hours to get home, I am knackered. I discovered that when the car is in automatic mode for lights it makes no allowance for weather conditions! So I found myself driving in appalling conditions with no lights on, so when we pull in for a pee break I sort out taking my lights off and putting them on manual. Instantly I have lights and feel comfortable. As I drive back on the motorway I wonder how many of the difficult to see cars with no lights are a result of the drivers being unaware that their auto lights are not coming on. That’s modern techno for you.
On getting home I flop down to watch the end of a rugby world cup match and drink cold water. n checking my emails I find that my latest anthology of poetry is published. The Cancer Years Anthology: Man to Man is now available as a paperback from Amazon. It is the culmination of my collaboration with the Ruler’s Wit team and I am really pleased with the outcome. I have no idea how I am going to get it out there as an available and wanted collection but it is out there now. The final step now is to get some copies to hold in my hands
I slide into the evening fuelled by a basic egg, beans and chips. I draft the blog against the background of Coldwater on TV, with the heating on for the first time this autumn. I meander towards my bed time and night meds. My intention is to rise early and shower before I go for my monthly jab. So the grind goes on and so does the sense of the inevitability of the outcome of the oncology review on Wednesday. So win some, lose some.
