Changing times

It's been a momentous seven days. It began with the hospital visit; no change there, but at least I feel better for having got that over with. That led to "the hair cut". It was time. And random strangers have paid me compliments as a result, which always a good thing.

Today, though, was the big step forward. The real break with the past was almost five years after the event. This afternoon, I wrote and posted the cheque to pay for the last bit of work on my mother's estate. It was an emotional moment as the envelope fell into the letter box at the end of the street, partly because it was the end of one phase and the beginning of a new one but also because, against the odds, I'm still here.