It was about 4pm today that I had written a thank you nice people for your comments. but then it went on to include much more and I decided to turn it into a post; being it had stretched more than usual, with the intention to copy and paste it onto my blog. About that time my carer son rushed in and told me it was pouring with rain, then at that moment the big bang came and the whole house lost power and what I had written was gone and so was my faithful puss who had shot under the bed in terror. I did bang my fist on the desk and say an awful word as well as Bugger.
After an hour or so the power returned and we were able to cook dinner as usual although the up to date modern Gas oven could not operate without an electric start - or Fan.
Yesterday I was given the next thousand dollar jab in my Tum three more to go.
I am now in total isolation, my carer son does any outside jaunts and is responsible for the general cleaning together with his responsibilities in the laundry and kitchen cleaning. this is due now to the absence of my cleaning lady Phoebe a size twelve 31-year-old with most attributes. Phoebe will return to her duties as soon as a latter-day Solon can be found with answers to this big C dilemma and its draconian rules.
I am not allowed visitors, my only human conversation is with my eldest son, who is not the greatest listener who spends 85% of his waking hours in front of his several computers. a person who has had about seven different live-in partners during his adult life does save a lot of explanation.
Apart from the TV, daily paper and the garden, my only other excess is having a conversation with Minnie my ten-year-old pussy cat who is laying on my feet as I write. Minnie is like a shadow and loves me to bits. I have missed you all and hope to resume writing as soon as possible, Love you all, Best wishes Vest.
To advise that Vest (Les Bowyer) passed away this morning. Regards, Chris (Son).