I drove a 450-mile round trip to Reading one day this week to check out another room. It's a nice place and I'll find out out Monday whether I've got the room, although my instincts are overwhelmingly telling me that I'm not going to get it. There's two other places that look like good candidates, and at the start of next week I'll be making arrangements to go and view them too.

I've definitely started to feel a bit more like my normal self this week. I'm still taking steps forwards and backwards at various points, but I'm definitely getting there.

Saying that, I feel like I've taken one of those backwards steps today. As I sit here, languishing in the flat on my own on a dark and wet Friday night, my mind is elsewhere. Hopefully it'll be a good weekend and maybe - just maybe - next week I'll finally find my new living quarters and can set a date for my move. Wish me luck!