The Return

I woke this morning in my own bed.

When I tried to move, I found I had a bag attached to a pipe leading from my back, from which a pale red liquid was slowly oozing.

Then it came back to me in a rush! Everything that had been happening to me over the past six days.

Those strange people peering down at me as I lay in a bed, exchanging thoughts with each other is an unintelligible babble of sounds.

The grotesque experiments carried out on me, involving liquids flowing continuously into my arm.

The weird trips on a cocktail of out-of-this-world drugs.

The insertion of metallic probes into me, while the beings explored the inside of my body on computer monitors.

And then suddenly, here I am, back at home!

I can only conclude that I must have been abducted by aliens. But who on Earth will ever believe my story?



The picture is from my hospital window, looking down the coast towards Gibraltar. It was taken through two layers of glass on my iPhone, so is pretty rubbish quality. Writing these silly blips has kept me sane over the past week and I hope some bits made you laugh - or smile at least!

Have a great week.