I am an accidental happening. The result of an unexpected weekend leave pass in early 1939.. When my Father had returned to camp. My Mother was pregnant. What neither of my Parents realized was. A Poet was given life. A Writer. A Dreamer and a realist. Slightly Established. " Worlds Strand " One work read On NI TV many years ago. Overlay to a documentary on The Lagan. One work in a charity mag. For Africa. All accidental. Writing is for its own sake. Now at 74. With complex unusual health problems.(Don't ask) (The list is long.) I write less.Likely I am addicted to Oxycontin(Prescription)but not over used. Tramadol. ibrophen. Live on Old Man. Pain is a curse but not an end. Up side is care and love. Great deal of it. From a very stunning arab Woman. My Wife of some twenty years.(Top RH Corner) How a Woman of twenty seven years my junior can so love an old man. Escapes me. When men stare at her (Most freeze in their tracks!) She will stop and kiss me. Her way of stating she is taken. Must not forget Namoose. Shiz shu. My Buddy. Right now he is curled up on the bed. I man have that elusive awareness. Human content.

With all else. Another problem. Piituary Tumour by accident from found by a head and neck scan in UCHL. (They are such lovely people.)On top off B/CLL.(watch and wait for over 12 years) Advanced degenerative bone changes. Coronary heart disease. Osteoporic collapse/nerve compression. Athritis. Stent in Coronary\Artery. Two operations on my arteries. Left neck clean out and patch(Like worn jeans!) 5 hour operation main artery/ complex stent /Bulges.

My dear Wife still support with her good Arab heart. Her love never weakens it seems to keep on growing. How fortunate can a man be. In the company and love of this Arab Woman. Never as much as I.