And there was me thinking I was getting used to land larking again and that my sea legs would enjoy their current rest… Haha. No such thing as rest yet and I am still acclimatising to land life. I feel as though I am back in the washing machine again (think my first 360 at sea) and being boshed along by some sort of strange force that I don’t quite understand. Decisions boggle me, my huge email list dazes me and sleep appears to have evaded me thus far. Ocean life was much simpler, more beautiful and less stressful. Give me ten days and I hope to be back in the land of the living again, but no promises!
Here is a quick rundown of life thus far…
Landing into LHR supremely exciting – friends, family and a Pink Army of Arthritis Care supporters waved balloons, banners and popped bubbly. Happy days. Flags had been put up all over the front of our house in little Rutland. Thank you everyone! This is extended to all the lovely letters, cheques and flowers I have recieved since being back – and all the commenteering. In due course I will get round to replying, I promise.
Sadly Mike (my big brother) had Man Flu which precluded him from hurling us out of an aeroplane but it was good to see him again and to pick up my favourite little one-eyed dog, Bonnie. 7 hours driving later I was home in time for le rosbif and then found myself en route to London ready for BBC Breakfast on Monday. Jetlagged and exhausted.
Two interviews later, and I was headed North once more. BBC East Midlands in the evening. Jetlagged still and even more exhausted.
Wales. A trip to see my Taid (Welsh grandad ) and godmother Joyce. All lovely until Walter (the Landrover) blew his head gasket on the motorway 80 miles out from home. Crawled into bed 1am. Beyond tired!
The mighty Ox: Time for some R&R, and some meetings with some of my Sensibles – in a bid to put various plans in place with respect to the next chapter. I have just been put to sleep with a supremely brilliant massage, so things are looking good.
Meanwhile, the lovely Dippers is on her way back home and should be touching down in Blighty on September 11th. The weekend has been earmarked for sleeping and a trip to the Birdfair – which happens on my doorstep – and then next week is some more Sensibles meetings in London and maybe even some resting and book writing.
For now, my faithful Tweedles – I shall bid you cheerio from this ‘ere Cheery O x
PS Would folk be interested in buying some Solo Across the Indian t-shirts if I contrived such a thing?
PPS I DO BELIEVE THE TOTAL FOR ARHTRITIS CARE IS NOW TOPPING 15k!
PPPS Photos to follow once I have some headspace again