Short blog today readers as we are off to Norfolk for a few days (for American followers flat county to east of England with lots of sea and sky; famous for GI bases and romances in the war). Still following doctor's orders to cram as much in as we can.
Whenever we do this I think will this be the last time we go to a, b or c together? When in fact we probably wouldn't have gone back anyway and may have just daydreamed through years of budgeting on a pension and not doing what we had done before or what we had always wanted to.
I sometimes think about the good things about having this unspellable disease; its not a long list but it includes:
Having a fantastic time now
Feeling very loved now
Knowing the worst- or perhaps that's tempting fate
Not being the one left behind - ditto
Escaping spiders, mosquitoes, politicians and bankers; football, Radio 1 and dusting
So off we go for fresh air and fun. I will take the laptop and try to wifi
I go off dancing to Mick: this could be the last time, this could be the last time, baby the last time I don't know-O.
Not if I can help it readers