52 weeks

It's the anniversary of my last day, the last five hours, in fact, of being able to speak and write normally - it's exactly 52 weeks since I had my stroke. Not much to celebrate about, realistically, but it has been a useful day - I'm in my prospective 'new hometown', visiting the estate agents and, more particularly, the solicitors. They're satisfied with the paperwork I've provided, so the next step should be progressing imminently - once I've paid a pile of cash, which they will have in their account by tomorrow, unless anything unforeseen happens. Death, taxes and lawyers, as I said last time!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B