Well, out of the blue, we had a visit this morning from a beautiful little girl called Manjit who is now 8 years old, along with her mum.
Manjit is, of course, the little girl who was brought into A&E shortly after I arrived there after my accident, having been horribly burned and who was not expected to survive the night.
She is now a loving, kind, thoughtful girl who told her mum the other day that she thinks she is now old enough to say thank you to all those people on "the Rover place" who wished her well. This was the purpose of her visit here today and she asked me to pass on her thanks.
So, for anybody over here, who expressed their good wishes over there, Manjit says "thanks"
Further, she appears to have ended up with very little disfigurement, having been subject to many corrective plastic surgery procedures which, her mum tells me, she bore with the philosophical sangfroid beyond her years based upon the simple premise that just to be alive was everything.
What a kid
I'm somewhat overwhelmed.