Monday 19th. 10.am homeward journey. A painkiller is an investment in and easy journey – cushions everywhere. My men are so protective. No hassles. Zonta does a thoughtful U shaped cushion for wearing under arms as a buffer to the world. Thanks girls! The house is full of flowers. Rochelle SMSs a heavenly foot massage- Barb delivers it in real time. A good move- deep sighs remind me that there is stress to relieve. S;eep a little. PHone messages, emails from family and friends continue to support and inspire. Have not shown John and Mike the wounds yet. They have decided between them that they will each take a private space when they are ready to share them with me. I feel surprisingly clear and am able to move about. John makes a favourite recipe of rice, tuna, parsley & lemon for lunch; Mike a chicken soup for tea. I wander through rooms bedecked with flowers. Mike buys me a sewing machine on line – an incentive to plan for future activities. There is vicarious enjoyment seeing John take advangtage of suna nd sea.