Err, not that I’m implying that I’ve gained any of the above virtues for having gone through what I have. In fact, the struggle seems to have more or less cemented in my mind, fairly or unfairly, that when it comes to physical pain and discomfort, I’m not a paragon of strength, more like a big almost-61-year-old baby.

Adam and Eve, or is it Monsieur et Madame?

Now we share our house with them. At the expense of sounding idolatrous, I sense that the emanations coming from this powerful couple is wholly positive and sacred and, as they are now a part of our family, I hope that their life-supporting influence in our already beautiful and serene home will increase what is already a very spiritual place.