This weekend I am giving thanks.
Fourteen years ago whilst I was in hospital getting over a second heart attack and waiting for a double By Pass, I was stable enough for them to give me a weekend at home in order to celebrate my 54th birthday. Funnily enough the weather was beautiful that year as it is now.
I never imagined for an instant that I’d still be alive for my 68th.
To celebrate we’re going on a picnic tomorrow [one day early] in Windsor Great Park, and I’ve cooked/am cooking all the food because it’s good to be alive and because I’m here and fit enough to do it. :)
So thank you NHS. And I mourn your passing….