14 Apr, 2021

Wall? Elephant? Both?

Hello. I’m still around.  Quite pleased with making the target of 200 blog entries. Quite pleased with the April Fool jape.  Quite pleased with the discovery of that short recording of my actual voice ‘in concert’, even though it was oration rather than natural conversation.  Quite pleased that Britain is slowly coming out of lockdown.  Very pleased that we’re getting more sunshine.

So that’s the pleasing stuff.

Here in Peace Penthouse, my rooftop flat in central London, the last few days have been rather difficult.  More breathing, coughing and choking problems than before. The left hand and arm are now very weak.  The right hand is starting to weaken.  Accurate keyboard tapping is taking longer.  When standing, chin is slumped on chest unless I use the uncomfortable neck brace.  Walking and balance rather unsteady.  Inability to speak is maddening.  Tiredness is constant.

So for me daily life is rather mixed.  Morale is still quite high but it’s becoming clear that I’ll have to make some difficult decisions about the future fairly soon, before the illness takes away more of me.

Let’s not get too anxious.  No sudden actions planned.  Just being honest with myself.  Time to address the writing on the wall.  Or is it the elephant in the room?  Whatever, I’ll keep everyone informed.

Can’t think of a better way to end today’s mutterings than to say – and thanks again, Tom:

Peace Out!

4 Comments

  1. Your oration in Waltham Abbey may also have inspired King Harold in his presumed resting place outside the east window.

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  2. Dear David,

    Like Philip, how well you have served all of us. Thank you.

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  3. Invictus is all I can say. You are so palpably the captain of your soul if not your body. I salute you.

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  4. As always, honourable and staying positive. I miss you my friend, how much I treasured being able just to drop in for a glass of something chilled. Your note about Tarmac and Prince Philip reminded me of so much we shared. Thinking of you always xx

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