The Demise of Roland Ratso: Chapter one hundred and two

Monday the 6th July and it’s no chemo day minus three. My feet went absolutely ballistic last night. Not just the flaking skin but I had sharp nerve pains in my left foot and nerve pains in my right toes along with continual aching in my right heel which I broke in 1976. I think that my body is fighting back now the chemo is abating. I nearly took an amytriplalene tablet – I got them for pains in my feet when my diabetes was bad. Dr. Lowe told me to take one, then two and build up to five but I couldn’t keep my eyes open for twenty four hours after taking one. They are an anti epilepsy drug that can be used t supress nerve impulses. Unfortunately in my case they suppress me opening my eyes. I lead myself astray last night and had a bottle of Merlot. I got served by the steward who can read and didn’t just slap a bottle down and say “It’s red, innit?” Picko was out. I ask him for my thong back – he says it’s too big and he’s got it over his gazebo frame as a cover seeing as it is a Borat type. I tell him I have got my flip flops packed for my journey to Bruges and I need my thong for my holidays! Irene is not too happy with his comment on blog one hundred and she wonders what exactly I am supposed to keep moist! I need another two tonnes of sand to finish my shed base and hopefully it will come for tomorrow then I can get Jonathan (double hard) and Tim (ASDA superstar) to shovel it around the back. I have told them that my wheelbarrow has to go weep weep weep weep instead of weep……….weep…………weep as they make it go. Apparently my little girl was in trouble yesterday after being the pupil of the week at school. After her “day at the beach” on Saturday at Grandpa’s house she went home and climbed out of her bedroom window on to the roof. Daddy was not a happy bunny. She reminds me of something that Antony said when he was passing out in the RAF. He had his number one uniform on and in the inside pocket he had a photograph of his girlfriend which was not allowed. “You have to keep pushing them to the limit” was his response. That really does sum up her attitude to life and she really does keep pushing her parents “to the limit.” Tim has just told me that he is going back to Lincoln tonight. No shovelling for him tomorrow. He has also commandeered my auxiliary hard drive to load 12000 songs on it for his disco that he does with Adam (When asked about the age difference between him and his brother he replied that he thinks he was a mistake but his parents have got over it now. _________________________________________________________