Time off impends

After this Thursday, I'm off work for a week and a half. As I've said before, I've been working pretty much seven, or at least six, days a week for the last few months, as much for drowning of consciousness as financial reasons, so nine days without the anodyne of routine is going to be an interesting experience. I have got some things planned, I'm going to Plymouth on Saturday to spend the day with my daughter, and I'm hoping to catch up with a couple of friends I haven't seen for a while on two of the other days. I'm also, at some point next week, going down to Kent to take my brother and sister-in-law out for a birthday meal - my brother's birthday is this week, while my sister-in-law's was just over a week ago - and I may stay for a day or two, that part of the plan hasn't been finalised yet. All a case of doing fairly normal stuff, I suppose, but when the landscape of your life has changed as radically as mine has recently, even these relatively mundane things, socialising with people you know but who now know you're not exactly the person they might have thought you were, has an element of strangeness, of risk, almost. I know I haven't changed, but others' perceptions might not be as fixed. Still, this is what my life is now, so I need to start getting used to the new thing, if I'm going to make any progress at all.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B