Looking up

On Monday my brain's failsafe mechanism got fed up with being ignored and switched me off. It hasn't been a fun week but last night Secondborn came round to my attic to help me pack and this morning she arrived in good time to help get me to Margate.

When I bought the train tickets weeks ago I assumed there would be holiday crowds and I was thinking vaguely about strikes so I built in lots of spare time between trains. It never occurred to me I'd need that time to move slowly and eradicate stress from the journey. So I had plenty of time at London Victoria and used some of it to look up.

I am here. I am being kindly looked after.