Fading
The Thames from Tower Bridge When a blogger sits down to create a new blogpost, he or she may be short on ideas. At other times, he or she may have plenty to say. Tonight I find myself torn between an update on Simon's situation and a more detailed account of our weekend in London but I have picked the first option accompanied by photographs from our little trip to the capital. This morning we were phoned by Simon's attached hospice nurse at nine thirty. She suggested that we should get over there sooner rather than later which sounded rather ominous though unsurprising. Normal visiting hours are between two and seven. We arrived at lunchtime and were taken to Simon's spacious room - The Princess Diana Suite. There was even a framed picture of her by the door. She was smiling coyly as princesses are wont to do. The hospice was modern, very clean and immaculately presented. Simon was lying in his hospital bed, unable to converse or communicate his basic needs. His eye...
