Wow, January was an even longer month than it normally is. It started well and the swimming was going great, until the 8th day when Mum was taken into hospital to have a cancerous kidney removed and I along with hubby’s driving skills looked after Dad so that he could see Mum every day. It is surprising just how much time that takes out of a day. She is recovering well and looks as perky as any octogenarian given the circumstances.

Along with that hubby was still having symptoms of various problems that he was waiting on results for. We are at the time of writing nearer to finding out exactly what is the problem with his heart, but his doctor would like just a couple more tests done.

And then I went into Atrial Flutter on the 13th January for 12 days or so, I just can’t remember. It was not fun. I’m on the road to recovery now and thats the main thing. I did a quick pop along to London this week to see an exhibition, which was just about to close, so if I didn’t see it, I didn’t know if I’d ever see it, considering I’ve been waiting 10 years or so to see these artists. It was scary to be on my own in London so soon after a bout of AF, but fortune can favour the brave and I had a most wonderful and magical afternoon and for that I am very grateful.

Today I went walking in the woods with son no.1. It was refreshing to get out into the winter sunshine, a moment to savour, one I wished, as all lovely moments, it would last forever.