It turns out that I’m rather ill. Sounds as though I’m sorry for myself, but that’s not the case. I have a rare autoimmune disease called autoimmune hepatitis. It is controlled by steroids and other autoimmune suppressants. The one thing I’ve learnt is that I’m never doing anything I don’t want to again. It’s not the only thing I’ve learnt. I don’t mind saying I’ve been through hell, but learnt that I am much stronger than I thought.
I have given up selling my poetry books because the taxman has taken most of the little I earned. At nearly 66 I can do without filling in the self assessment forms. It just wasn’t worth it.