Sian Lewis used to be at school with me, and delivered the Sunday Times to our house too 

I don’t think you could’ve imagined a more attractive paper girl. 

She drove miles – from Monmouth- to see me, cooked dinner, drank coffee, ok and a little wine, then drove the 4 hours home again. 

Thankfully for her, I don’t think I was too boring and we had a laugh and reminisced for a few hours about pretty much everyone we could remember. 

I think I told her quite a lot of stuff that she didn’t know about back then, thank God.. 

It was great to see Sian, as it is everyone who makes the trek to see me. 

I think I’m only there for another month. 

After that, normality, or what will become my new normality anyway… 

Scary thought. 

I would have been going skiing tomorrow, on the trip that I’ve ‘organised’ for the last 5 years or so.  

Most are still going on the trip, without me this time, and I hope they have a great time. 

I’ll miss being there though. You could say that I definitely skied the most and slept the least. 

Maybe next year?