As the clock announced the arrival of, Thursday, 4th December I had successfully made it to my seventieth birthday. Not something I would mention under normal circumstances, yet, because this number represented the figure that my junior school teachers had said would be the best we could hope for (Remember this was in the 1960's) it is worthy of note I feel? My family felt it was justification for a celebratory meal, and so it came to pass that on the Sunday (7th Dec) lunchtime we all gathered in the San Clu for a bite to eat and a catch up. All very enjoyable, but also a pivotal moment as everyone gathered was very concerned about my mental, and physical, well being. Now it doesn't require the IQ of Donald Trump to spot that my blogging has suffered as a direct result of my failure to address the issues I had allowed to build. I was in a very lonely, dark, place and it was only the input of my family that resulted in me seeking medical assistance. What a wake up encounter! My doctor sat me down and just let me talk. At the conclusion of this "consultation" I already felt better plus I was also able to see the error of my stupid stubbornness, in not admitting I had a problem in the first place.
| My family certainly pulled out all the stops to find one of these reels for my birthday gift. An absolute classic! |
Some medication, to assist my sleep patterns, was prescribed and another meeting arranged for early in 2026, just to see how things are progressing. I'm still not right, there being niggling issues which persist, but things are certainly far more positive than before. I might manage to find the enthusiasm to offer a couple more post before the New Year but only time will tell. I have every intention of getting back to regular blog offerings in 2026 but, until then, I wish you all a very Merry Christmas.
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