Life at № 42 by E.M. Coutinho
And what a wonderful time we had. Discounting the heat, of course. That part was appalling. Having resisted air-conditioning all these years, we finally gave in and installed one in the red room.
But enough with the pleasantries, Mike is back home! The surgery was successful and they removed all of the cancer. Now we wait 4 weeks for the hormone test (PSA) and we can then finally relax. I feel like I say that at least once year: then we can finally relax. It feels like it’s just one’s self, but I’m sure there are many more of you out there waiting for news too.
And so, upwards and onwards. To beat the anxiety out of myself I’ve been gardening, and dedicating myself to trying to sleep peacefully. In fact, sleeping is my goal in life as I’ve spent much of it doing it badly.
Sorry, I’m just not in my wordiest of moods these days. Talking, typing, is almost painful because it forces one to confront things like perishability and so forth. My apologies.
So to end on a positive note, there are plates, beautiful new and old plates at number 42!