Hospitals
I hope this will be my last time in hospital. I have had more than enough not just for the past seven months but over the years.
The first was simple..
I broke my arm falling off a wall in our front garden in West Ham when I was about seven and a week later I was back there when I broke it again while paddling in the sea with Dad.
The next was a long stay after injuring a leg in the army I spent weeks at Aldershot army hospital making rugs and tapestry. Very embarrassing when I was transferred to Chepstow military hospital.
En route, in full uniform, lying on a stretcher, cap and a large rug on my chest, I was left on the floor of a crowded Reading station.
I looked like a wounded soldier but the war was over.
I was at Chepstow for weeks. It was the end of my army career.
Since then I have been in hospital regularly for operations, coronavirus, and two serious illnesses, and now. None easy, the latest an ordeal hut at last coming to an end. About time too.
And to think mum in her 112years spent just one week in Cardiff Infirmary when she was 100.
After weeks s
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