Thanks for popping in.
I actually started doing a canvas early afternoon,
after a delightful stroll in the morning sunshine through
Calverley Park and the Pantiles in Tunbridge Wells.
Had it it all mapped out:
A bright yellow backdrop,
spread out with a brayer,
inked up the town stencil with black Archival
laid it on the yellow canvas,
and was just about to squeeze it through the E-bosser,
when Dave came in from gardening to find me,
to tell me he was having another bad turn.
Ironically, as we were headed to the hospital,
I was trying to let Dave know where we were en route,
because I think it helps to know where you are,
and we went past the Pantiles and Calverley Park.
Almost surreal to be flying past where we had only just been
enjoying the farmer’s market, in an ambulance.
My brother Steve shot over and met us at the hospital,
and then we played the waiting game.
After tests, more ecgs, bloodtests and monitoring,
we were released.
They decided to send Dave home.
All the tests were ok.
And what did we learn today?
The NHS and Pembury Hospital ? Excellent.
Dave needs to slow down.
My Brother is a diamond.
I react almost like a robot in emergencies.
Only now that we are back home,
am I actually thinking about what just happened.
And the yellow canvas is somewhere
of absolutely no consequence whatsoever.
Funny how your priorities suddenly
get snapped into their rightful place.
Very grateful it wasn’t worse.
love and hugs,