Freya and Levi lie on the bed, occasionally turning over.
When Rosemary comes in with my breakfast, I ask how she is.
'And what about you?' she asks me.
'Sore,' I say. 'Very sore.'
My husband Andrew, who began this blog in July 2011, died peacefully on September 3rd 2012, at the age of 83, following a sudden brief decline after long-term chronic illness. As I go through his notebooks, I come across pieces of writing which I'd like to share here. I'll date them when written, as far as I can ascertain (not all his scribblings are dated). At some point this blog will become an archive, without further additions. — Rosemary Nissen-Wade