London .... I'm here!

Thursday the 29th September, the day of reckoning (!) We fairly flew through the departures in Jersey, and left early. This looks promising I thought, but lo, despite the early start we were TOO early to land and circled for about 25 minutes - bah. Anyway, negotiating the airport, shuttles and trains with two large packed suitcase we arrived at the taxi rank to find , no taxis ! Waited diligently in the line, talked to a lady who said roadworks are stopping them come in... Waited another 5 minutes and then decided that it would have to be the underground after all...I trundled off ( with a very disgruntled daughter in tow) . However on the way to the underground we discovered another taxi rank......with taxis !! Hurrah, especially as it was raining quite hard by then. A very warm welcome greeted us at Chelsea Cloisters, Sloane Avenue ( room no 133) , the very nice lady I had spoken to earlier in the month has put me in the back of the building (quiet) in a one bed roomed  flat with a curved sitting room, allowing  plenty of light in. It's tiny, ( cosy? Bijou?) but it's the place I shall make home for the next 6 weeks. Fact finding mission to make sure I have a UK SIM card in an old phone, and a 'pocket hotspot(!) ' for wifi in the flat. Food shopping . Finally at the hospital at 3pm- have to be early for first appointment, and we all know my trend for arriving early for anything! So was quite smug that I was bang on time, but, forgot my tablets. Bah again! The best thing was seeing my lovely friend waiting for us to arrive ( she had an operation similar to mine,  followed by chemotherapy and now is in her second week of radiotherapy , and was delighted to see familiar faces. Usual preliminarily chats, and lots of drinking water, plus a trip to pharmacy for another batch of tablets ( anti-sickness) needed before the 'treatment'. I'm actually loathe to call radiotherapy "treatment", as its that word I associate with having a lovely relaxing spa massage, NOT lying on a very hard bed, absolutely still in an uncomfortable position for ten minutes!! Did I tell you last time I was in London for two days, two people stopped and asked me for directions, I obviously blend in like a local already. Thank you for all the lovely messages of support, very humbling .. So, one down only 29 to go!! Bring it on... Attempting to post some photos from  our French trip.