Seeing the start of another year that, back in the summer, I honestly never thought that I would see. I was in all seriousness preparing my funeral.
Thank you all once again for your unwavering support over the last twelve months. It means a great deal to me to receive your messages, those of you who write to me. As it was, it was another turbulent night just like a few of the others just recently, and the tempest that began at and started to rattle a sign on this building with a noise that awoke me and stopped me going back to sleep was all that I needed.
It goes without saying that when the alarm went off I was already up and about. And I even remembered to shave and to change my clothes too just in case Emilie the Cute Consultant is there today. I was at dialysis last night lying in my bed watching a couple of the nurses working. One of them was Julie the Cook. And then, when you are dead and Inheritance tax is applied to your wealth, you are in no position to worry about it.
Finally I was in Paris with a couple of people and they had been giving me the run-around so we set out to go to Lille or to Leuven or somewhere. When we arrived in the railway station I managed to give them the slip and abandon them. Walking around, I came to the shopping centre which was up 25 flights of stone stairs. I did my trick of hauling myself up with my arms.
Everyone was watching me and a few people walking up quicker than me were looking at me. I reached the top where there was a convenient handrail for me to pull myself up right outside the door of the flower shop there. I could see the flowers, I could see the shop assistants and everything selling.
