Firstly, thank you, thank you. I am staggered and humbled by your kind responses to my artwork. I think perhaps now might be a good time to rattle on about who I am and then get on with the pleasure of finding out about all of you.
I was married and had 2 daughters who are now in their 40s. I got divorced in 1980 and the real me began to emerge as I no longer felt artistically challenged. I learned to do fretwork ( the intricate cutting of shapes in wood ) and I became self employed in 1985. I did the fretwork for 26 years, both for myself and also contracted out to cut for someone else. Unfortunately much of this contracted work involved cutting MDF ( medium density fibreboard ) which is highly toxic. No matter what precautions I took it damaged my lungs. What started as mild asthma became COPD. I had to give up all woodwork and over time my mobility became worse as the shortness of breath worsened. In November last year I was still able to walk to the village albeit slowly. Then I got rushed into hospital and spent 10 days in there on oxygen and a host of other medication. Now I'm home I can't go out alone at the moment and I'm on oxygen for 15 hours a day. Life has changed considerably so I have to limit my life to what I can do within my four walls. I'm not unhappy, depressed or sad I am just bruddy frustrated that as a once very active person I am now reduced to being pushed around in a chair. Okay, now it's over to you!!!
The picture is of a piece of fretwork I did many years ago.