Still here and physically I pheel phine, or for those of you without a PH in English, fysically I feel fine but mentally not so good as this old head’s scrambling itself
wondering wot’s possibly just down the road a ways health wise.
In view of all the medical appointments looming I’m considering hanging up my input into the Foggy Mirror.
Just considering at this time
and further announcements will be forthcoming in a couple or so weeks time. It’ll be a sad day for me if I do but age is rapidly catching up with me and wot with everything else wot’s cropping up, tapping out wot’s
in mah heed into this side of the Foggy Mirror is, at present, very tiring.
There was one happy happening wot occurred whilst waiting in a close to full waiting room at the hospital when a lady came round with a drinks trolley. Guess wot, only patients could avail themselves of this service and not those there in support. Every penny helps I guess. Anyhoo, at my turn, when asked wot I'd like to drink I replied, "Two fingers of scotch over ice would be nice." and I'm happy to report this lifted the sombre mood in the room dramatically for a minute or two...
Quote; Gilbert K. Chesterton.
“The trouble with always trying to preserve the health of the body is that it is so difficult to do without destroying the health of the mind.”