The Captain Returns.

Here is my poem about Spectacles. Too long for a Haiku alas.

I have just been down to Specsavers
And now I am rather cross
They don't stock a single pair
of spectacle frames
that will make me look like Kate Moss.

But good news re Col.  He was returned to me late on Friday evening.  It was a long day, he was first in but last in the queue for the operating theatre, so he was also last out. The nurse was leaning over the top of the staircase when I arrived shouting down "He's on his way". And the Captain, looking surprisingly well, appeared from the lift with his bag of medication.  Clearly they could not close the Clinic and go home until their last patient left.

We had a good night's sleep, apart from one excursion to get painkillers, which I apparently slept through.  I must have been exhausted.

Stress and worry, stress and worry - and all the world over.  The war in the Ukraine continues, causing immense suffering to both Ukrainian and Russian people.  So what was the point of all the intensive (if rather selective) memorialising of the horrors of World War 2, as we do not seem to have learnt one single lesson from it.  Getting ill in the middle of a war zone must be a nightmare.  What a tragic mess it all is.

But, in contrast, Jehovah, the God of Abraham, is already teaching millions of us - from "every tribe and nation and tongue" - to "study war no more".  He is teaching us to live in peace, as the brothers and sisters we truly are.  I was thinking about that as, at our Thursday night meeting, we were continuing our study of Christian neutrality, leaning not to take sides in the divisive politics and the cruel wars of the world - not even in our hearts.

And indeed, how could we be one united family if we did take sides?  How long before we were actually fighting and killing each other, brother against brother, sister against sister?

We had a quiet Saturday, Col eating well and sleeping a bit. And, a landmark moment today, he woke me up to say that breakfast was ready - real coffee and all!  A great moment, as not only was it lovely to wake up to breakfast, but even lovelier to know that the Captain was up to flying the coffee machine once again.