It’s been quite a while. But I’ve been ill. I forgot how to type and I still get words mixed up. The mini-stroke was at the end of February and today I had an EMG; the tests go on forever.

No one knows what is wrong with me.

Selling the boat is proving difficult. I have had to start wearing a life-jacket for the first time and I burn with shame.

My memory has more holes than a Swiss cheese. I say the wrong words.

Goodnight.