Remember the other day when I said that Pete nearly died a couple of years ago. At the time we were on holiday on the Isle of Wight, we knew he was ill because he couldn't climb a couple of stairs without having to sit down we just didn't know how ill. Pete being Pete, and this not being the flu, he carried on throughout the holiday without much complaint and one day, towards the end of the holiday, when we were on a beach he found this ring made from shell and as a romantic gesture gave it to me. It was a few days later when we got home and I rushed him to A&E that we found out exactly how ill he was. The Doctor was amazed that not only was Pete alive he had actually walked into the hospital himself and driven home from the Isle of Wight the previous day. A man's blood count should normally be around 160-180 - on that day Pete's was 46 and dropping. I didn't have to think twice about today's prompt or hunt for it as it sits on the shelf on my side of the bed.