And I was with Jules, getting ready for her 2nd op, walking down the ward with her, jumping in a lift and waving her off to theatre. I wasn't allowed as far down as the first time, rules change so they said. So I had to say my goodbyes in the lift.
6 and 1/2 hours later she came out into ICU, and the rest, as they say, is history.
Where has the time gone? It feels like yesterday, I was wondering round London, wishing the time would speed by, then not wanting to go back to the hospital for fear of any bad news.
Yesterday, wondering round London, drinking and watching, as you do on Stag do's, you realise just how quickly life can swoosh by. And just how much time we waste arguing the toss, instead of just saying, "Whoops, misunderstanding, sorry" and getting on with enjoying and living life.
Life's too short. And wasting it arguing about whether the last few minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, even years, were well spent is pointless. Learn from experience, but don't sit and wallow in it. Blink and you'll miss it.
