Post 504. HMM. NOT THAT CHEERFUL

SO JUST A FEW WORDS

TO SEE OUT APRIL
I am sorry I cannot strike a lighthearted note. It has been a lousy month here, Cold, and packed with one item of sad or bad news after another. 
Brother-in-law Mike (the 'now in his late nineties' one) drove to Guildford from Alverstoke to visit an old acquaintance, had a fall, broke a hip, and finished up in hospital fifty or so miles from home. The hospital in Guldford was wonderful, and he is making a steady recovery. He has now been transferred back to Gosport War Memorial Hospital where he will stay until he is fit to return home. Don't decry the NHS, its (largely immigrant) ground staff is second to none. If only political meddlers at the top would leave it alone.
There is much more I cold record, sadly none of it cheerful, so I shall wish you all the best for May onwards and move on.
Despite the state this world is in,

Be lucky.

Post 503. MEANDERING ON.

WHILE IT ALL HAPPENS

AROUND US.
The Middle East is in chaos. Religious zealots are now openly warring with each other. The Americans whose meddling - slavishly supported by our lapdog lot - is largely responsible for it all, is finally making futile noises. Meanwhile, that puerile prick Putin still attacks formerly neutral neighbour Ukraine, that duplicitous dickhead Trump is quite likely to become the US President again, and we have an unelected Foreign Secretary who disappears at the drop of a bollock..
It beggars belief. 
Mo and I meander on. Mo is spending more walking time with a three wheeled frame (her right knee gives her hell) and I am constantly dealing with excreta leakage: not a nice subject, the latter, but colon cancer is not a nice topic. Yesterday, for the first time since I was told I had it, I looked on line for information about the cancer. Seems that, statistically, I may have a year or so left. I have a MRI scan next Thursday to which I am not looking forward. And that's that..
Most of the time I count myself lucky. I have a loving wife and family, a few good friends, some happy and some sad memories, and the firm belief that I  have seen the best of this country.
If I'm still here I'll not vote at another election, and I fear for our descendants, stuck with the rubbish currently on display. But I guess they'll manage even if, sadly, Powell was right.
Regret the downbeat tone of this post, my dears.

Put it down to my condition.
Be back in more cheerful mode next time..