In the early hours of the 4th of January 2022, my world stopped making sense. There had been a few uneasy moments a couple of days before. Dad’s neuralgia had gotten far worse. He couldn’t eat or speak without shocks leaping through him. He’d had to spend New Year’s Day in hospital, having blood tests and being told it was time to start taking newer, stronger painkillers. On the Sunday, however, he’d called and we’d talked. He’d been fine. He’d been better. Monday saw even more improvements, from what I’ve been told since.
Read MoreIt won’t be a long one this week. It can’t be. It’s been a long week. It’s been a tough week. Last Saturday, after spending a thoroughly brilliant day at a wedding, Sam and I got back to our hotel and logged online to find out one of our closest friends had died.
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This is not going to be a blog. Not as such. For which I apologise. I always like to try and serve up a decent sized portion of my brain to you each week. However, this week, I don’t have it in me. It has been a truly strange week. My gran died and it has left me feeling totally and utterly devastated. Since then, I’ve been living in slow motion world, surrounded by small talk and sulking away for quiet moments. I’ve been feeling numb and it turns out numb is no way to write. You would think writing would offer some escape, but first you need to get past the fog in your head and I’m not there yet.