I’m in the car on the way to Amersham, located north west London for my great uncles funeral. He was a wine connoisseur and wrote books about it. I didn’t see him as much as I wish I had.
One of Freddys Books. This one written with his wife.
I’ve packed a bag to stay overnight at an Air b&b with my parents. The first things I think of to pack are my tablets. I’ve dropped a fair few so now what’s left to take for my liver are Immunosuppressants and Asprin. I’ve got spares with me, especially pain relief as I’m still having to take Tramadol, especially the morning after a busy day.
I’ve recently got into reading so one of my friends has leant me a book. It’s called ‘Girl on the Train’ by Paula Hawkins. I’m about 1/4 way through it and I’m really enjoying it. I’ve gotten sucked into the story so much that I feel like I’ve been captured into a different world. It helps to pass the time and help me relax. If I’m ever worrying about something, I’ve reminded myself to pick up the book and start reading. I’ve never been a big reader, I can’t even remember the last one I read, but as I have time on my hands, I can fit it in before bed or when travelling.
We should be there soon. I’m really sleepy now and all I want to do is to curl up into bed.