Bloody hell its good to be home. If not a little surreal: off the plane, drop my bags at home, straight to Yannis’ school play. Moses. From Islam to Judaism,  Hebrew songs included. 

The journey home was hellish – The Man and I managed to row from when we left the house until one hour before landing. We do intense. Perhaps a Hebrew song on the Royal Jordanian flight would have helped. Mainly, we are both deeply emotional people who operate from the heart when it comes to work and the shit that has been going on has knocked us both for months. So we do the healthy thing and take it out on each other. 

However – my yoga for cancer (catchy title – the actual one is a little different, but you get the picture) class is booked for Monday, acupuncture (for cancer….) booked for the following Monday, will schedule call with my homeopath asap as well as with a wonderful osteopath I know. Who conveniently just moved to the UK, clearly only so she could treat me :). Oh – and chemo and Prof Aloof tomorrow: can’t have it all… Perhaps I’ll ask him for cake – he could make some calls during our 3.5 mins together to organise it.