…I’ll make it up to you all. Things got a little complicated on the home front for a while, and I haven’t really had time to blog or even to write until just recently.
The first traumatic incident was that I turned 50 on the 26th of June. No, i’m joking, of course! Becoming half a century old was just another normal birthday to me. I don’t feel any different from year to year, apart from an increase in the usual joint aches and pains, but that is to be expected.
I didn’t have a party, though my brother did buy me a cake (which remained untouched until my daughter’s 30th birthday exactly a week later, where it was duly demolished by myself, the grand-kids and all at her party). Instead, I sat in my bedroom eating a Chinese take-away that my brother also bought for me and watched Battlestar Galactica on Netflix. I was surprised that nobody came round to have a drink with me to celebrate, though!
To tell you the truth, i’ve not really celebrated my birthday in the manner one would expect since my mother died 23 years ago. She had a stroke on my brother’s 21st birthday, she died 2 days later, and we buried her on my birthday, a week before her 51st birthday, which she shares with my daughter, by the way.
The actual traumatic event was that my father died on the 28th of June, 2 days after my 50th birthday, so both of my parents died 2 days after one of their sons’ birthdays.
Needless to say, I didn’t get any writing done at all during this period.
I really wanted my father to be here when I published my first book, but it was not to be. More on the book front in my next blog, which will follow very shortly. I’m knocking out a few of them today, to give you all something to read, because I feel that i’ve been ignoring you all, though in reality, I haven’t.
I thank all of you who read my blog. I appreciate every single like and comment. Especially your comments!