Signed off by the consultant this morning. AOK. First Class and friendly service by the NHS. Now it’s just a matter of time and continuing exercise to return to full function. See me on Strictly Shortly.
I’ve just up-loaded my latest contribution to the fantasy/sci-fi world of Kindle Books, which will retail at $5.00 or £3.85.
Like the others from Think Freedom 2, it features the incredible Adamanta, the worlds first psi-enabled Artificial Intelligence-controlled supercomputer, whose ability to teleport her 3-D avatar wherever she wants, can be useful, if disconcerting.
Why can’t Auntie Beeb get it into her head that a very much larger percentage of British viewers would rather watch the greatest unrehearsed city parade in the world than some run-of-the-mill ****** soccer match?
Done and dusted! Waited 12 weeks for a cancellation, then in and done; out in 3 days
First Class service; excellent staff care.
The NHS gets no complaints from me.
I have just today (Tuesday, 19 Sep 2017) experienced an extraordinary coincidence.
While sitting in a garden centre car park waiting for my wife, who was shopping, I passed the time reading on my kindle the first few chapters of the book in the title.
On arriving home later I picked up my copy of The Telegraph and as often happens a single page fell out. It happened to be the obituaries page and I spotted that of a 99 year-old RAF Squadron Leader, who had been a spitfire fighter pilot in the Battle of Britain, by the name of Nigel Rose.
In the chapter I had almost literally just read, one of the two ‘heroines’ of the book had just met a newly arrived Pilot Officer at RAF West Hampnett, one of a Tangmere centred group of wartime airfields heavily involved in the Battle of Britain.
I read the obituary with increasing disbelief as it described almost exactly that very arrival at West Hampnett of a fresh spitfire squadron from Scotland in the aftermath of a day’s deadly duelling in the skies over Kent and Sussex .
I have just discovered that Nigel Rose was in fact Barbara Erskine’s much-admired and much-loved father, so it’s not surprising – indeed it’s admirable – that she should use his dashing life as a model for one of her characters, but I didn’t know that at the time.
Now, as an ex-serviceman myself, I do make a habit of reading service obituaries when I spot them but not always. That I should have read this particular one on the very day I started to get into Barbara Erskine’s book does strike me as a really spooky coincidence.