Happy New Year

Winter - Royo

Dear Diary,

A library is a hospital for the mind

Anon.

This will be a short post just to update you and apologise for my absence recently. I have had another attack of biliary colic – I have gallstones and am waiting for an operation – and was taken to hospital in an ambulance, all lights flashing on New Year’s Eve evening – bad timing don’t you agree?

Home now and very pleased to be here.  I will be catching up with blog reading soon.

I am on a low fat diet and if anyone wants tips on how to lose weight, just ask!  Trouble is I was never overweight to start with.

Anyway I just want to wish you all a very happy and healthy New Year. Have you made any resolutions?

Before I go, here is a (very well known) poem,nothing to do with illness or the New Year but I did watch Bright Star yesterday, the film about John Keats and I loved it so. A visual and a romantic delight; if you haven't seen it try and do so.

Endymion A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:  Its loveliness increases; it will never  Pass into nothingness; but still will keep  A bower quiet for us, and a sleep  Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.  Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing  A flowery band to bind us to the earth,  Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth  Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,  Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways  Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,  Some shape of beauty moves away the pall  From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,  Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon  For simple sheep; and such are daffodils  With the green world they live in; and clear rills  That for themselves a cooling covert make  'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,  Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:  And such too is the grandeur of the dooms  We have imagined for the mighty dead;  An endless fountain of immortal drink,  Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.  John Keats  Bye for now. Cait.