As with most things in life , thus with my migraines . There is a pattern which says just when I am at the end of my rope , something comes along , or things start to look up in some way . Not up to now in any major startling migraine is no longer part of my life way but in a new hope or referral to a different consultant or trial of an alternative medicine kind of way .

Today , at the end of a spell where I've had what feels like more than my share of days out of the running due to the dread -head I'm waiting to see what will show up next.

For the moment though I'm hoping to be able to get on a flight tomorrow without mishap to the Canary Islands .

I have Peter Mortimer's " Broke through Britain " which I've started reading this afternoon , a sort of fifty something pilgrimage book which looks like a great flight read , and a suitcase full of books to keep me going for the rest of the week .

Alice the skinny greyhound has been sighing heavily all day though also enjoying my enforced company ,headache and sickness having ensured her a constant companion for the day . We have watched the rain , dozed , and sighed together whilst fretting about that flight and how my head will stand up .

Wish me luck and I 'll be back in a week !