Well, it's nine years ago today since Vladimir successfully extracted my two lower lung lobes and once again I salute his expertise. On such an auspicious day I thought it appropriate that I should once again write a post.
We three are effectively still in lockdown and likely to remain so. I experienced a slight psychological wobble after carrying out an online study - I seem to be doing a lot of these questionnaires at the moment - about my mental health. It was only when trying to answer honestly I realised that I wasn't really OK. But it seems to have been a mere wobble, lasting just a few days, and now the sun's out and everything seems so much happier.
We haven't touched our children or our children's children since the middle of March. The lack of cuddles and close proximity is hard; having a large family means that we can't bubble with one to the exclusion of others. When the children go back to school in September, the risk will increase so distancing will be the norm for a long time I fear.
I am about to toast Vladimir, and I think I must once again write to him to tell him I'm OK and so very very grateful. No amount of thanks ever seems enough. :)
