Sunset viewed through the living room window. Probably not quite the picture you were expecting, given that we've been back from our travels for several days.
Due to a rather nasty and painful stomach bug, which decided to show its face on the long (so very long) return journey, the hundreds of holiday photographs remain unsorted. Ditto the suitcases and bags.
Fortunately, the worst of the symptoms didn't emerge until we were home and for that I'm most grateful. Suffice to say I've been spending my time languishing on the sofa in my comfiest 'jamas, looking like a wrung out rag and doing nothing more energetic than turning the pages of the current book. And gazing at stunning sunsets.
But things are improving. The appetite is slowly returning. I can't face tea or coffee or properly balanced meals yet but have found that liberally salted fried bread tastes delicious and the thought of a bag of vinegar sprinkled chip shop chips makes my mouth water. Strange.
I've posted previously about using my blog for nothing more than to record, to remember - little stuff, big stuff, bits and bobs of daily life.
Well, today marks five years since I had radical surgery for cancer. Five years of trying to stay positive, five years of making lifestyle changes in a bid to do what I can to help increase my chances of survival, five years of being overseen by an excellent multi disciplinary team (malignant melanoma of the vulva is a gynaecological cancer that spans two medical specialisms - gynaecological oncology and skin cancer).
One of my consultants has already decided not to schedule any further appointments; I'm seeing the other just before Christmas and, if all is well, the same decision may be made. There's no talk of being cured, nor are there any guarantees (though, let's face it, there are no guarantees for anyone).
But, whatever happens in the future, I'm so very thankful for the last five years.