Another year completed and I'm still alive, although on many days I wondered why. It's been a painful time, with two near relatives dying and me falling down the stairs at Manchester Airport last week. Besides this, I've been suffering from severe constipation for the last four months or so.
I mentioned two near relatives dying, both of them suddenly. One was a male cousin, five years older than me, apparently in very good health, dying of a heart attack after his morning bath. That was really shocking, but even more was finding out that my wife's brother was on the verge of death when we landed in Karachi last week. He died the next day. He too had always been healthy although he'd been a heavy smoker. He'd been physically active until a day before dying of liver cancer.
So many things happened before I left for the UK in mid-July that at times I thought we'd not be able to go. There was the Iran war, with the UAE being a target (we had to transit in Abu Dhabi), besides the geyser pipeline leaking and a bedroom window needing to be fixed to stop it from falling and injuring someone on the ground. Thankfully, the war stopped before we left, and on the return trip it was on hold, although it re-started a couple of days after we returned.