So that was 2021

I can't quite believe that it was well over a year since I last posted and the only reason that I am doing so today is that I know that some will stumble on my tale and wonder what happened to me and probably make wrong assumptions.

I'm still here and I'm still hale and hearty. We moved to be nearer the children - so that we could walk to them and they to us, in March of this year. The stress of so doing was incredible; I cannot begin to tell you what it's like leaving a community in which you've been heavily involved for 50 years and a house that you've lived in for 46. But we did it and we're now more or less sorted. The re-assembling your life after a move doesn't stop when you unpack the last box. No, there are all the firsts to navigate: the first summer and the first Christmas. There are all sorts of traditions and habits that you had down to a fine art which require re-designing. The anniversary of the move comes in the spring.

Being minus two lung lobes made me reluctant to make the acquaintance of the virus but it's now very near us and we believe we have been exposed so it's lateral flow each morning. I'm not as worried now and I'm learning to live with the whole thing but it's been hard, harder I think than facing my illness. Yes, that's over ten years ago now and I'm still here. 

So to whomsoever is reading this, my apologies for not updating sooner, but I'm alive and well as far as I'm aware and looking forward to the sun shining a lot more in 2022, both literally and metaphorically. May you be blessed with happiness, contentment and peace in the new year.