Well, a flat sort of day really.
The Islamic demonstration march in London appears to have been about as dramatic as a Womens’ Institute shopping trip. The Rugby games have been OK at most. I hate it when one spends the day with adrenaline on tap and everything just fizzles out. At least my flu has got to the stage where I actually care about what might happen rather than the ‘who cares’ attitude of the last few days.
It looks as though we are drawing to a close with the Sharon stroke. His drawn-out demise very well illustrates just what I would not want to happen to me. They have installed tubing to replace a long section of diseased intestine that had to be removed. He remains in a coma. So, just what is there remaining for relatives and loved ones?. No personality, no spirit, no mental contact – without these what is left that might be described as life? Regardless of how one may regard what he has done in his life, there is no love or reason for sustaining the hulk that is all that remains.
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