Dear readers, let me explain...
REGULAR readers may have noticed that this column has not appeared in your Mail on Sunday for a number of months now. Let me give you an explanation. In late September, on what my wife and I hoped would be a romantic weekend away, I had an accident in which I broke more bones than I thought my body actually contained.
It was a close one that resulted in three months in hospital but thanks to the astonishing skill, care and dedication of the surgeons, nurses and physicians at St Thomas’s Hospital and King’s College Hospital, London, and at the Queen Elizabeth Hospital in Glasgow, I appear to be on the way to a full recovery. I am pleased to thank all the staff for their professionalism, my family and friends I knew I had and ones I didn’t realise I had, for all their love and care as well as my colleagues at The Mail on Sunday. Appreciated.
There is one person who, of course, comes number one when the medals are handed out – my wife. She was there when the accident happened and although she does not believe she has the nursing gene, her care has meant more than anything, giving me the best of reasons to get through the dark times.
I am a very lucky man. And I cannot tell you how glad I am to be back.