I'd have to say that, this past year has been 'The Best Year Of My Life' (in a way).
The only reason I would say that, is because, at one point, I wasn't sure whether I
would get to see it.
I was ill at this time last year, to the stage where I wrote down a simple last couple
of words to my wife, family and friends on a piece of paper that was at the side of
the bed. What I thought was going to be the final thing I would write, before passing
out.
Needless to say. I'm still around.
A paramedic came around to the house, oxygen in hand, and the rest is history.
It took about a month for me to be up and walking around properly again, and
another 3 for everything to be back to normal (whatever that is).
I'm thankful for every minute I've had since.
The extra time I've had with family and friends.
And the extra time I've had writing for the site.
My first post from when I came back onto the site (I was off it for the first month of
my illness) can be found on page 6 of my writing history on here, entitled: Am I Jesus?.
Have a read.
Cheers everyone.
I can't leave you with such a depressing post. Hopefully this might help.
It's another poem from The Book Of Insanity.
CRIMBO
Christmas is coming
The goose is getting fat
Who did a shat in the blind man's hat?
Granny's in the garden
Chewing on her breasts
Throwing dirty postcards at the family guests
The turkey's in the oven
Reading Enid Blyton books
Picking onions from his buttocks, with old meat-hooks.