Musical Monday

Way way back in the mists of time, a friend who was moving far away gave me a leaving present- their personal copy of Don McLean's 'American Pie' album. On vinyl, obviously, so it clicks just like this version of the most wonderful song on the album... I've seen him live twice, and the man is a true wordsmith.

Sunny Sunday

The last few weeks, as I indicated in my previous post, have been a bit miserable, really. When not sick at home, I've been at work, or sick at hospital, or sleeping at home. Two more medical appointments this coming week will continue the trend, so when Jane suggested instead of sitting in our respective houses eating our sarnies at lunchtime, we go somewhere and eat them in the glorious sunshine and invigorating fresh air, I jumped at the chance. Who can't resist a picnic? Especially one on the Scottish coast, so off we headed for Lunderston Bay. The pictures aren't great as I don't have a viewfinder and it's so hard to see my screen in blazing sunshine, but these will give an idea of how pretty it was, and how relaxing to sit and watch the little kiddies play in the sea, and the doggies chasing each other, and other simple pleasures, without fear of contracting pneumonia or bronchitis from the usual biting winds!

Diverted, indeed.

Over the course of the past three months or so, I've become one of those middle aged women who used to scare me when I was a child, constantly talking about their poor health and their aches and pains and so on. Life dominated by factors outwith their control, at the mercy of their innards, a martyr to . Then when all of a sudden, you end up in hospital twice in 10 days, and find out there's something wrong with your kidneys, liver, most likely heart and also have to undergo tests for possibly genetically inherited cancer, it all hits a little too close to home. Then you start looking at family histories (for the info of the medics in various institutions who want detailed accounts) and you realise that slowly-although far too quickly- you are inexorably sliding towards the time of life when Things Happen. Aunts died. Uncles followed. So that's where I've been; otherwise occupied, still awaiting appointments and tests for some things, clueless as to what is going on and how to deal with the unexplained and the- as yet- undiagnosed. Knowledge is power, and most definitely so when applied to medical issues.

So whilst awaiting the arrival of knowledge, life must go on, and does, if a little slower and more tentatively.

Today I came across this gem of a youtube video. Never seen it before, but on the day Chelsea reached another FA Cup Final, it's appropriate to share, methinks.

Enjoy!