Stayin' Alive

I'm not sure I use my walk any way that the Bee Gees would recognise but I promise you that I am ah ah ah ah stayin' alive, stayin' alive. For those of you who share my passion for Shakespeare, it's sonnet 66 that I keep going back to. Only without the suicidal tendency. I promise. No worries there. I'd miss cheese too much. And bread. Way too many good things to eat. So from that you can deduce that my appetite has returned.

I'm not sure I'm back yet. This is just a sort of peeking round the curtain post. I wanted to thank you all for your good wishes and lovely comments. Life is still splat shaped but I think it's plumping up a bit. Today I thought that maybe there was a chink of daylight too. I still can't tell you what's going on, and I may never be able to do so. But I do promise to come back.