By the greatest good fortune and wonderful prompt care from the doctors and nurses at the Royal Sussex Hospital in Brighton I am recovering. If you are an old crock like me and you are going to be ill try to get into hospital in Brighton. The nursing is first class and even the hospital food is very palatable. Everything is done cheerfully with a smile.
The NHS is utterly reliant on nursing staff from foreign countries. Although, initially I thought we should leave the EU, for the sake of my young international family I voted Remain. I am glad I did!
Since coming home I continue to be nursed and fed and watered by Mike and Amanda in addition to all their other tasks. It is a pleasure to have my elder French grandson here to stay for part of his holidays - and it was lovely to see his little brother and their parents when they dropped him off.
I do as my mother told me and count my blessings.
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Ramblings of a nonagenerian (vintage 1923). Grew up in Lambeth in the 20s and 30s. Lived and worked in London during World War II. I have been attempting to do the Telegraph Cryptic Crossword since 1939! (My daughter says I *have* to write this, but I am troubled as it sounds so conceited.) I bought my first computer aged 85 and am continually frustrated by the vagaries of the technological age.
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