Winter is officially on its way. Summer time ended last night and at 8 am, the sky is blue instead of black. At 5 pm, the sky will be black instead of blue. Why did I laugh at my parents when they said that the days spin past and are gone before you can blink? Why did I mock my mother's daily perusal of lighting up times as we approached the winter equinox?
If only the dogs realised that there was an extra hour to sleep this morning!
Well, after seeing the report that aimed to take the terror out of radiotherapy, I did something I have never felt moved to do before; I emailed the reporter to thank him for consciousness-raising. I didn't expect a reply but, within an hour, he had responded - and the content demonstrated he had read what I'd said. It's good to come across someone in the public eye - even if only on a regional news programme - who not only makes the effort to share his own, private experience in the hope of helping others but responds to the public. As I said, good on him!
As for bank mail shots... my bank manager has promised to ensure that doesn't happen again. Of all the mail shots in all the world, I had to get the one about insuring against "female cancers"...!
Today, I'm preparing to go to a funeral tomorrow. The father of my oldest friend has died. A lot of memories there, as he lived in the same village as my own father and they had been friends for many years. Which brings us back to where I began this posting; the turning of the days. Life's short enough without worrying whether to take time out to do something you've always longed for. I keep saying it, but life-threatening illnesses (look, no reference to my GP's tactful comment this time..!) do concentrate your mind on what's really important. My current mantra? Don't leave things until it's too late.
If only the dogs realised that there was an extra hour to sleep this morning!
Well, after seeing the report that aimed to take the terror out of radiotherapy, I did something I have never felt moved to do before; I emailed the reporter to thank him for consciousness-raising. I didn't expect a reply but, within an hour, he had responded - and the content demonstrated he had read what I'd said. It's good to come across someone in the public eye - even if only on a regional news programme - who not only makes the effort to share his own, private experience in the hope of helping others but responds to the public. As I said, good on him!
As for bank mail shots... my bank manager has promised to ensure that doesn't happen again. Of all the mail shots in all the world, I had to get the one about insuring against "female cancers"...!
Today, I'm preparing to go to a funeral tomorrow. The father of my oldest friend has died. A lot of memories there, as he lived in the same village as my own father and they had been friends for many years. Which brings us back to where I began this posting; the turning of the days. Life's short enough without worrying whether to take time out to do something you've always longed for. I keep saying it, but life-threatening illnesses (look, no reference to my GP's tactful comment this time..!) do concentrate your mind on what's really important. My current mantra? Don't leave things until it's too late.
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