Photos.

The sun is shining, the trees bare and bright, even the dogs down in the garden seem to have more energy today. I've just wandered up the road to where council workmen, ever obedient to Brussels, are preparing to demolish a little stone bridge which has been deemed unsafe regardless of the fact that they took a sixty ton crane over it the other day! I've taken a few snaps of the scene. I'm unable to post any photographs at the moment. Have to get my daughter to sort me out again! Silly old fools , messing about with computers! " What have you done now?"! Gawd.
Boy! It's nice out there though. My face is tingling. Going to make a cup of tea now.

Will.

Today I thought I'd make my will,

though there's some life within me still.

So, down I sit to make a start.

To my Kathleen, I leave my heart.

Memories are the reward for living.

There were happy moments when we were young.
The war was remote for us, something the grown ups spoke about.
There were no cars on the roads.
Milk was delivered by horse and cart as were vegetables and parafin.
The sun always seemed to shine and we could roam at will to explore,
play and get into mischief.

Forgotten piece!

Since we met I've been in pain.

I think that I'm in love again.

I can't forget your lovely face or your eyes

that make my poor heart race.

One day, perhaps, I'll tell you this,

'til then I'll dream of our first kiss.

Can't say it so I'll write it.

I was in an ambulance again, heading for a hospital 40 miles away . It was what they called,
unstable angina pains.

I felt cheerful and chatted and laughed with the paramedic. After half an hour, however, conversation flagged and I began to feel tired. I closed my eyes and despite the lurching of the vehicle, I started to doze and felt as if I was floating down into a mist and then, there was my dear old grandad, smiling at me , his arms open in welcome.
I started to shout in bewildered distress . Not words, sounds and then the medic was trying to calm me , reassure me, pumping something into the tube in the back of my hand. I cried as I tried to explain what had happened. " My grandad was waiting for me" I said. More calming words from him. " Your pulse dropped to 32" he said " but I've got it back up again". Then he was talking on his radio. They didn't mess about in Hereford hospital. They said later that my pulse rate went
down to 28 . I had more glimpses of my old Grandad, my old pal, whilst being treated, always
with that gentle smile.