I then raced to the Mayr Clinic. It took about 4 hours as a kind friend picked me up in Vienna and drove me there. My son Jack and I were full of excitement. We wanted a week away. A week of solitude. Boy am a tired. The adrenalin of finding a real life "bolter", [as in Nancy Mitford's story Love in a Cold Climate], in my family tree last week washed me out. I have spent every minute asleep. I was meant to be singing, and have, but mostly I have slept.. Either I have been dying of hunger or I am genuinely exhausted?. Anyway sleep has taken up all of my time.
The Mayr Clinic would not be my first choice of destination, I like and believe that these things should be part of your every day belief, but the relief is that they do too. It is on a beautiful lake with crosses and churches everywhere, a pilgrimage for the religious, and the weather is glorious. I have not done any blood tests but the wave of colours, in a bathroom, to change your character, has for me been the winning thing. The food too is good, although there is little of it. I refused to be weighed and measured, I am bored rigid with all to do with the scales and somehow here everything feels calm, it is perfectly serene and perfectly alright to be who you really want to be. I shall wait and see how it changes me. Anyway it has given me a perfect excuse to watch and read Love in a Cold Climate all over again.
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