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Forest Mere

I am taking a few days at the spa Forest Mere for some R &R. My connection with Forest Mere goes back many years. In the sixties when my father was cash-strapped after purchasing his first home aged 41 he agreed that my mother should have a break in Forest Mere then called a health farm. My [...]

March 5, 2016 // 0 Comments

It’s not as bad as you think

Roughly about twice every winter I reckon to catch a cold – or is it a dose of the ‘flu? I don’t suppose it matters which. When I was working, I very rarely took time of work for such occurrences. I don’t like being ill and I’d rather be ‘doing something’ than not, so carrying on [...]

March 5, 2016 // 0 Comments

You’re lucky I’m here at all

Okay, I’m coming out of the woods with my hands up. With a very welcome small amount of free time on my hands this week I had planned nothing more than to camp myself in my council library’s ‘Local Studies’ section and research stuff (we anoraks do). I did two days of that on Monday and [...]

March 2, 2016 // 0 Comments

Watching the world go by

A few years ago now my father ‘let go’ his ancient gardener and faithful retainer because – to be perfectly honest – he had passed his sell-by date. By then he was approaching the age of eighty and his ability to work during his weekly visits had reduced to little more than riding the [...]

February 27, 2016 // 0 Comments

Pause for thought

Over the weekend, roughly two and a half years since my sudden arrival of my hip’s osteoarthritis, a copy of a letter from my intended surgeon to my GP flopped through my letter box onto the corridor floor. It contained references such as ‘he limps, gets pain most of the time and has difficulty [...]

February 22, 2016 // 0 Comments

The delicate art of making a fuss

It’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow and, since I have something of an aversion to enforced jollity – for example, the last time I recall being up to see in the New Year in was the Millennium and that shouldn’t really count as I’d actually gone to bed shortly before 8.00pm and found myself [...]

February 13, 2016 // 0 Comments

Dry January – does it work?

Like two million others I gave up alcohol for January. Well, not strictly so as I enjoyed a drink in South Africa and one on a friend ‘s birthday dinner on the 27th. Here is one personal view: Did it make me feel better?  No, I still slept badly waking 2/3 times in the night for a pee. Did I [...]

February 2, 2016 // 0 Comments

Another stage along the route

I guess that some might take the view – given the Rust’s brief and readership (age) profile – that one day this was bound to happen, but today I follow my colleague Arthur Nelson’s tale of his brushes with the medical profession by posting about my own hospital appointment yesterday at [...]

January 29, 2016 // 0 Comments

Once more unto the breach

It’s that time of the decade again. About a fortnight ago I received a NHS letter inviting me to take part in their Bowel Cancer Screening Programme that is offered approximately every two years to people aged between 60 and 69. That figures. If memory serves, it was indeed about two year ago [...]

January 28, 2016 // 0 Comments

The golden gene

Yesterday I had a meeting with a professional advisor to whom I  had been recommended in Lewes. Our business concluded I accepted his invitation for lunch. I knew he was a cricket fan and we spoke of the trip to South Africa. I explained that I would not be drinking any alcohol as like many [...]

January 19, 2016 // 0 Comments

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