While we were in Mojácar, Mel was in Girona and had a horrendous bike accident, out pedalling on her 60th birthday.  At the time I wrote this, we had just heard the news, and I was worried I might be tempting fate.  Six months later, well into her rehab, her spirits had lifted and I read it to her.   She seemed quite chuffed with it, so here it is now, even though Mel is still in Spain having further rehab, 18 months after the incident.

The Road to Recovery 

An early start surely makes sense

Before the sunshine gets too intense 

I feel rather unwell 

As I think of poor Mel

On my carefully controlled descents

Today she goes under the knife

In the hope of an end to her strife 

We know that she’s strong 

And we pray it’s not long

Ere she’s back to a normal life

Mel can be tough as old leather

The question is one of whether

The body can handle 

Being put through a mangle

For a soul that’s as light as a feather 

Mel will fight to get rid of her shackles 

The way all her problems she tackles

With cheerful chatter

As if it don’t matter 

And a dose of outrageous cackles

Our lives can turn in an instant 

To this we can be quite resistant 

So live in the moment 

And remember you’re meant

To seize the time of your own existence. 

Mojácar