There is Light at the End of the Tunnel, and it is not a TGV.

For now, there is a sense of calm here in the compound. The outside world looks a bit like a loony bin. The wife has been reviewing her notes, diaries of the madness we have been through this last 12 months or so. There is a hiatus. The myeloma has been put into retreat and the indicators are that for now it is quiescent. Like Arnie it will be back at some stage.

According to the French way of thinking I am now “cured” of my bowel cancer with no evidence of disease, NED, for 7 years. I still have to go and see the chimney sweep for a colonoscopy from time to time. Deep joy. I don’t get it when people say that have had the “all clear”. The biology of bags of soft wet matter is never that definitive. No doctor would say that. They would say NED.

I have finished mowing the lawns and it has become clear that to do this twice a month in spring next year is untenable given my bilateral hip osteoarthritis. I reckon I can probably do the remaining mows this year which buys us maybe six months during which we need to figure out what to do.

Tomorrow I will test the well water, Manon des sources, “springs” to mind. Maybe it is time to revisit the trilogy.

I suspect that under the bravado, the brouhaha, many are closer to losing the plot entirely than they would care to admit. There is much angst, I can feel it mounting.

Oh yeah, there is that sense of conflab and making plans for Nigel again emanating out of Londinium.

Maybe I should change my name to Nigel so as to facilitate.

Because I have been to some very dark places, I know, that in general light can always be found in darkness. Darkness cannot exist without light and vice versa.

Once when pissed and broke, I walked down the tube tracks from Cockfosters and into Southgate station. {I had fallen asleep on the last tube and had no money.} I saw light at the end of the tunnel. It was not a tube train, merely the underground platform lighting. I realised I was being reckless. So, I walked north out of Southgate station, climbed an embankment and made my way back to Bounds Green on land.

I was down in the tube station at midnight, plus…

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