On Life – or, rather, On Cholesterol

I’m immortal, surely ! – I must be. It isn’t possible that I’m going to kark at any stage: I’m ME, alive, breathing, thinking, eating, writing, crocheting, loving my little mog and a small, select group of humans and [deep breath] planning to move again. (Shut up. More later.) But. Friday I saw my GP, … Continue reading On Life – or, rather, On Cholesterol