Going away for the weekend isn't necessarily the best thing when your circumstance determines that routine plays a pivotal part. I have had some interrupted sleep whilst I have been in South Wales but, conversely, I have been able to flow better with the rhythm and doze when I want to. The normal distractions of family life (i.e. the children) have not dictated what I am doing.
Perhaps, more importantly, it gives you the opportunity to think about things from the outside and consider the pathway forward. That has certainly been a helpful aspect.
So thanks to my parents for putting up with a somewhat grumpy me this weekend (that's all part of the shifting sleep patterns!). It has been good to catch up with them and a good few members of the family (including Magic Coat, The Serious Barman, Mr and Mrs Cake and the Yorkshire Enclave) some I have had to miss due to coughs and colds etc.
Yesterday we went to Cardiff Bay and took a walk around to the barrage at Penarth. It's only about a two and a half mile round trip but it knackered me out.
Definitely time to step the exercise up now on the way to "operation city". Slowly, slowly catch the monkey though.
I am also looking forward to the air of normality that should pervade in the coming weeks as I move out of chemotherapy mode.
Turning my attention back to the homeward journey the home will seem a little empty when I get back as "Boogle" will have gone off to school camp for a couple of days.
The children have not been short of entertainment though as Sushi and Kitten took theirs and ours to Legoland yesterday, whilst I was here and Notoplip was "enduring" his final mission on the lads weekend away. The coach journey back from there will be one of silence and some deranged looking faces. There are at least some bonuses to watching from the outside.
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