Feel like I've been away for ages. Friday botox in Salisbury then drive to Stoke Mandeville (thank heavens for the sat nav god. Would never have found the Olympic Lodge otherwise, down a dark side road). Intense and draining weekend of mentoring training. Drive to London Sunday night. Meet two friends for more intense conversations (a pattern here?) on Monday. Drive home Monday night. Tuesday full day of skating and childcare. Today I can stop, unpack the car, wash all my clothes, have a shave... It's just like the old days when I returned from a weekend walking and camping in the Lake District: slowly sorting out the chaos and returning to normality.
