We are glad to hear he is alright. We were also amazed to read that he is 71. He seems to have more energy and passion for the art than folks half his age.
The festivities went on and all was well, until yesterday morning that is, when I awoke at about 6.30am to find that I had a pain in my chest.
You read about these things of course, so the first thought was ‘Is this what a heart attack feels like?’ I guess you don’t know unless you’ve had one.
I waited until 8am before calling the local surgery who said they could fit me in about 10.30am. I thought that might be a bit too late, because, being a man, I already knew I was at death’s door, so they changed it to 8.50am.
I snuck out of the house and went to see the doctor.
After some questions I was put into the nurse’s room for the same questions and tests and suddenly I am in the back of an ambulance.
I must say that the doctor, the nurse and the ambulance crew were all brilliant and I was in the Royal Berkshire in no time at all.
By now Debbie had joined me and sat watching it all happening.