Drip Drip

water_droplets_ripple_hd_picture_1_165561How is it that life changes so quickly? That on a normal Monday afternoon while I happily grumble about writing my blog my lovely husband who is feeling unwell is taken to hospital and diagnosed with Acute Myeloid Leukaemia? And everything changes.

I remembered that two books I’ve read for the Classics Club: War and Peace and Primo Levi’s If This Is A Man both contain the line Drip drip.‘,to signify the passing of time; and this seems to perfectly describe our new lives. ┬áThe drip of blood, platelets, chemotherapy, antibiotics.

It seems to have been a strange year for blogging anyway with long absences, I don’t know why, but I certainly didn’t expect it to end like this. I do love the booky community though and all the reading and comments and wonder if now I might stop grumbling and instead just get on with it. . .

And one good thing is that in-between all the dripping David is listening to Northanger Abbey, and is having to listen to me explain The Mysteries of Udolpho and all the references – a captive audience!