In Praise of Wool

For decades I slept under a duck feather and down duvet. It was warm and somewhat prickly, but much better than than the man-made fibre alternatives. Though I would regularly wake up bathed in sweat. Just a bad dream, I thought. So I shook the feathers down and tried to get back to sleep. During my years of cancer treatment these night sweats increased in frequency. Digestion, I thought. I must be eating too much too late. I tried changing what and when I ate, but this made little difference. Finally, I thought it was due to anxiety. But I couldn’t alter that: I had stage four cancer and wasn’t expected to live too long. But somehow I found myself among the lucky 10% that did survive. Yet still my night sweats continued. Then I was given a wool duvet for my birthday by my dearest T.

For the past two weeks I’ve not overheated at night. The duvet is cosy, light and very breathable. The wooI is about an inch thick and encased in undyed cotton. It feels both warm and airy. I’m now sleeping more soundly and waking up in the night much less often. It’s made a huge difference, I rise feeling refreshed. Unfortunately the new duvet can do nothing for my benign enlarged prostate, which still wakes me every couple of hours to pee.

Birthday Boy

Many thanks to my friends and family for their good wishes on my becoming an even older git than I was previously. My dearest T spoilt me with presents and took me on a mystery tour. We ended up in Armagh at the planetarium. It was brilliant. And because of the wet and windy day, there were very few there, so it felt like the show was just for us. I hadn’t been to a planetarium since I was a child, when my parents took me to the one near Madame Tussauds in London. After the sky show we visited the Armagh Observatory, founded by Archbishop Robinson in 1790, and saw the old telescopes. This was the same man who founded the magnificent library where my new book of poems, ‘True’, was recently launched. We wandered through the grounds then went for a slap-up meal. It was a great day out. And during it, I did reflect on ageing and how far I’d come.

Despite the inevitable drawbacks, it is good to become old. Many people do not. My first wife, Gill, and my younger brother, Robert, were both taken well before their time. I also thought of family members and friends who are currently struggling with serious medical conditions. I’ve come through advanced cancer and I’m still well enough to enjoy an active life. That is a great blessing. This old git will continue to do his best to make the most of every day.

Burns Night

My next event will be a cross-community Burns Night in Banbridge Library on 20 January. I’ll be reading a selection of my Scottish poems and a couple of Rabbie’s. So please come along and hear about hermits, Viking graffiti, Orkney’s Italian Chapel, Robert Louis Stevenson in Shetland, linen lappers, a fruit cake in Antarctica and why my last gold band got thrown into the North Channel. You’ll get some haggis, neeps and tatties too. Along with tunes from piper David Hanna. And it’s free. What more could anyone want?