Wow! Such wonderful friends. Thank you all so much. I haven't been sick or anything, actually, it's just the switchboard sending signals to the part of my heart that does all the hard work -- blew out. Monday afternoon , late, I woke up on the front path with my feet pointing to the sun and my out-stretched hands still clutching plant cuttings and sissors. No pulse that I could find. Just thought -- "What a funny thing. Wonder how long I've been away?" Nothing like a faint or a sleep. True-Love off in the paddock somewhere. After a bit I found a very slow pulse in my neck. "Funny", sez I, "should be rapid." Heart block didn't cross my mind. Diagnosis from the inside is a flawed thing -- especially when your brain's a bit short of oxygen. Anyway finally got up. Felt fine. Tended to the cuttings. Told True-Love -- but told him not to worry. We went walking together as usual. Fell on my face again at the gate on the way in. Woke to hear True-Love say, "I'll get the wheelbarrow". "No! No! not the wheelbarrow"..... Arm's a bit sore ... to be continued.
Thank you all so much.
Happiness and sunshine.
Cheers, Joy