Seven minutes

Seven minutes of my life are missing. All is black.All is silent. There is no consciousness, no awareness, no realisation of unconsciousness. It is silent, amorphous, a world without verbs or adjectives.None are possible.They don’t exist.Neither do I. “Hello ! Can you hear me David ?”I do not respond.“Can you hear me David ? Do … Read more

Happy Birthday to us!

The sound of seagulls screeching in the air breaks the monotony of the rain beating down upon the gossamer chalet roof.  It’s the last day of my sons rugby team tour and the weather is doing its best to remind me of typical bank holidays gone by, where the longing for some sun is often … Read more

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