I'm signing off for a couple of weeks from tomorrow – I'm back into hospital for another reconstruction op at the Christie Hospital. If ever there was an uplifting place it's The Christie. It's a dedicated cancer hospital so you'd think it would feel all doom and gloom but it doesn't – scary at times, yes, but it's light and bright and amazingly clean and the staff are so pleasant it makes the visit just that little bit less traumatic. So I'm sitting here getting more and more anxious and avoiding going home -being at the marina is so much part of me that it feels safe – like being under your duvet when you're a kid. Wish me luck!