Post 203: All good things come to an end.
With the key in the door and the meows at my feet from Mr Vicious — who sounded very hungry — I stepped into our home after a mini break away from the trauma and administration of life as a patie...
Post 201: Green Leaves.
Autumn sadness fills the air
Showers of rain with deep despair
Fallen leaves are orange and gold
Reminding me I’m getting old
On days like this I stop and think
Of winters left time gone too quick
With words unsaid the ...
Post 200: The Mighty Hike
My Eldest surprised my Darling and I this evening after supper with an announcement of some magnitude.
He will be walking on next years MacMillan Mighty Hike June 6th 2026 and both of us couldn’t be happier and more...
Post 199: Rest day for me, but not for my Darling.
Stood on a bridge made to last
Water white and very fast
Dreaming of a cup of tea
But first I need another pee
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For me, it was a rest day at our hosts’ house to get my l...
Post 198: Over the hills and far away.
I’ve ended the day-out with legs like tree trunks and a burning pain in my chest where my rib is broken.
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I’ve been in bed now for seven hours, and the leg swelling is easing...
