For those of you who still remember who I am, which might or might not include myself, I am getting better. We live in a flat on the third floor of a lift-free building and for some time going up and down the stairs was like walking around on a water-bed. In the circumstances I have not moved much but am now beginning to make the odd journey out to chat with the slugs, ducks and other forms of existence which seek my advice concerning succesful strategies used to overcome life’s difficulties.
Asked how I am I always reply “I’m fine”, or sometimes “Marvellous”. No doubt, one of those two replies will make up my final words, hopefully uttered while lounging on a sun bed in the Caribbean with a sustaining pina colada within easy reach of my trembling hand. Possibly I will be so out of it that I will think that is where I am, even if the real location is slightly less congenial. This flair for not reflecting the true state of my health or outlook in my reply, prompted my partner to say when I spoke. “Yes, but how are you really”.
It’s not something I think about that much. You know, I am one of those, “Just jogging Along”, “Starting to dream about meringues” or “I’m fine thankyou ” kind of men so I have been both bewildered and touched that a number of people in terrestrial and blogsville have paused to wish me well. It’s rather touching. Now you can see I’ve used the word “touching” twice there, almost in the same sentence. That is s sign, to me at least, that a number of Mr Ducks brain cells are currently absent without leave, but they are definitely beginning to regroup.
When they have all re assembled to face life’s challenges I will be pleased to post in my normal manner, In the meantime I would like to thank everyone for their good wishes. You have mine too.