The Anonymous Widower

Things I Really Want For My Birthday

Today is my birthday and a few years ago, I didn’t think I’d make the next one, let alone the fourth after my stroke.

I’m happy living here in leafy Dalston at the eastern edge of Hackney, but there are a few things, I want for my birthday.

The first is that, I’d love to get my breathing back to the level it was when I lived with C.  All I’ve got is a permanently runny nose, just like I had as a child. Perhaps, it’s just London, although it really started after C died and got a lot worse when I had the stroke. If I look back on the last few years, there are times, when it goes, but why does it go. Two doctors have said it’s hay fever, but then another has said, I’ve no allergy except gluten. Certainly, the sea seems to make it better.  So perhaps, I need to find an attractive widow, who lives by the coast in say Liverpool or Brighton.

I’d also like my bathroom finished, as it’s been a long time since the first builders started and then effectively gave up or went bust. The job started with the removal of the old bathroom in October last year.

I’d also like some stacking chairs for my living room to go with my table.

At least I’m getting one thing, I really really want and that is having supper in Arbutus.

But I suppose the best birthday present is outside my control. I did think about going to see the World Athletics Championships in Moscow this week.  I didn’t, but I didn’t know that Mo Farah would be running in the final tonight.  If I had, it might have swayed me.

But knowing my luck, he won’t win tonight! If it had been tomorrow, he’d have walked it.

August 16, 2013 - Posted by AnonW | Health, Sport, World | Athletics, My House