24th December 2023
It was Christmas Eve and I didn’t feel like doing anything. I did however give another coat of finish to the two side table tops, but that’s all.
I had a two hour Skype call with my friend Martin. It’s is always a real “down to earth” talk with him. This year is a progressively down one for him, I’ve seen him bad, but not like this.
He has been an inspiration for me because he has achieved so much despite his disability.
He has made metal furniture, woodwork, rebuilt a derelict school house, surrealist paintings and repairing old clocks. His tragic life started at the age of seven when he was diagnosed with Tourette’s, at the age of nineteen he was given experimental drugs that changed his life forever.
I have known him for thirty years, meeting him at a furniture exhibition at Earles Court where he was exhibiting his metal furniture.
He invited me to see his workshop in Essex and we’ve been friends ever since.
He told me his life story, he had done things I could believe, and his sense of humour made me cry with laughter so many times.
I hate to see him in such pain, and I know in my heart he will soon be released from that.
Every morning I have the job of putting a fresh dressing on Kelli’s wound, I take pictures of it so she can see the healing process, we have a few more days before the staples are removed.
We also sold the latest dresser to be collect at the end of the week.
Another Lifetime to go 