A ramble…..

Is it five or six weeks now since my kidney transplant? Hard to tell when I’m not currently at work and the days slip by without notice. Recovery is slow but sure….being able to eat virtually what I please, enjoying a full shower and having an entire week to myself without dialysis are all improvements to my life. God bless the NHS and the contribution by my dear sister. Lots to enjoy and think about.

I’m particularly fond of the English countryside at the moment….in Dorset (God’s Own County) with my mother and sister. We had a fabulous walk around Throop just on the outskirts of Bournemouth; a short drive and you’re surrounded by fields and trees and the gently flowing, crystal clear river Stour. The next day we were at Arne Nature Reserve near Wareham with its arboreal splendour, woodland paths, mixed habitats and stupendous views of Poole harbour. Followed by an al fresco meal at the thatched roof Halfway Inn.

I’m trying not to immerse myself in the twin catastrophes of Trump and ‘Bojo’ – surely an acronym for ‘Brexit Or Jack Off’. Calling them populists seems like a polite euphemism for two aggressively narcissistic individuals surrounded by sycophants right of Genghis Khan (Priti Patel anyone?) and hell-bent on crushing the common people, many of whom still offer their full support. Meanwhile, a certain ex-KGB officer in the Kremlin is laughing his socks off at the stupidity and rank gullibility of the voting public in the West, not to mention the vanity of Trump and the corruption of Moscow Mitch, fulfilling Russian agenda at the drop of a hat (and a generous contribution). The world feels like it’s turning on its axis.