Getting Back To Normal

It wasn’t the first time, nor do I expect it to be the last, but the attack last Thursday night was as bad as any before, and worse than many. It was thought to be a classic heart attack or myocardial infarct to be precise. Fortunately, this time it was a bad angina attack. No less painful, but not quite so serious.

I won’t bore you with the details as they may have happened to any one of you in your lives too, but I will tell you about the amazing love that reached out to me to help. It came firstly and not surprisingly from my family, who all gathered round, some physically, others just emotionally to help. Then it came from my friends in the village where Daphne and I live. All want to help. It also however, came in waves of caring and loveliness across the social network, particularly from @natyblooming and @pooblemoo both of whom have given me lovely boosters to help me feel better.

Guys! I managed a lot better with your wonderful help.

Kisses to my wife and a big thank you all.


The Circle of Life.

They run, they laugh, they skip, they climb, there activity stuns, everyday.
We watch, we smile, we enjoy, we play, we’re young again like they.
What a wonderful feeling playing games with grandchildren, they teach you as much as they learn.
We played with our children, and now our grandchildren, as the circle of life carries on.

The girl likes to climb, the boy likes to run, and they both do them both with such vigour.
They can be reading or not, but then they’re off like a shot, as if somebody just pulled a trigger.
They’re a joy, and so funny, as they grow, as they learn, and they question so much that they see.
It’s a task to embrace as you keep a straight face, as you answer them to their shouts of glee.

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