I have arrived safely in the UK and find that jet lag, i phones and cold rain abound!
I can’t believe the difference from this time last year when I arrived following the triathlon of treatment. From my gymnastics display in Dubai airport through to being unable to lift my luggage off the conveyor belt I knew that I would struggle with independent travel last year. Sure enough, hubby J ferried and portered for me throughout the visit and I leaned very heavily on his support.
This year is unrecognisably different. Although I am struggling with jet lag (I had forgotten it gets light at 4 am here in the summer) and rather tired, I have already been gadding around the country and London. I even carted my luggage on the underground all the way to Kings Cross Station on my own! Thank heavens they have installed lifts, albeit a very complicated system which should surely entitle anyone successfully surfacing where they intended to an Amazing Race like prize. While I am tired, I feel strong and have re-found my confidence after it was stripped from me last year.
So now I am on the train to Scotland, grumping about the fact that there is no tea, or any hot drink on the catering trolley, and that a charge has been introduced for the onboard wi-fi. Still this was balanced by a surprise check in facility for luggage. “Yes, please – do take my suitcase and save me the trouble of humphing it onto the train, struggling to find it a little home and then worrying about it throughout the journey:. Most convenient.
When I alight I will surely find out that I should have put socks on. I have on ongoing issue with socks and always forget to wear them and often forget even to pack them. Socks are not something which I have much use for in Yangon. Well, in the days since I got a proper prosthesis 😉
In a couple of days I will head to a remote and restful Island off the west coast of Scotland for some special time with my father. My overall break in the UK is shorter this year so I am whirlwinding around the country to try and see my family.
It is probably a good thing that the daylight hours start so early and last late into the night so that I can cram as much as possible into the time.