Well, I think I do a bit better, but not much.  I tried to reply to all the kind comments but I'm not sure which of my replies got through.  One did, I know - Dandelion remarked on how some people thought that blogs were real life.  I can relate to that remark!  I wrote scripts for TV for quite some time & was amazed to learn that many veiwers really thought that the characters in soap operas, etc. were actual people - they sent flowers and letters and advice - the offerings were endless.  It was surprising & sad.
I understand it more now, since having the bleed to the brain - my life is somewhat depleted.  But I'm getting there,as they say.  My grandmother used to say "We'll get there if we don't get in.," & even as a small child I did wonder what was the point of getting there if we didn't get in?  I was that kind of child.

Why not try a blog! said my magazine, so I thought, why not?  If I'd any sense I would have remembered that the same magazine asked Why not try abseiling, a holiday in Tibet, keeping a yak as a pet - all right, the last suggestion was a lie, but abseiling & Tibet were not. So, here goes - I live in the north of England, am a professional writer, rode for 17 years, & foolishly bled into my right brain stem some time ago.  I survived more or less intact but my balance is still not right.  I have two styles of walking - one, very upright and regal, like a duchess who's been too often to the gin bottle, and two, like a deranged Balinese dancer.  A friend pointed out that the gestures used by Balinese dancers actually mean something - heaven alone knows what I have said.