Well I havnae been on the blog since Hogmanay and some of you might think it’s because I took the strong drink but nothing could be further than the truth. I did make it out for my New Year but it wasn’t my usual celebration of years gone by.
I made it to the club at about 10.30pm and we went in the lounge because the concert hall was mobbed. I got a bottle of Merlot but I had a stomach upset as well as my usual ailments. The lounge was fairly empty so we wished everyone a happy new year and went off to a barbeque!
Johnno barbeques all year round. He has got a very large brick built chimenea along with patio heaters but on New Year’s eve we had to go indoors because it was too cold.
The first person I see is my old mate Tom who is a Jamaican immigrant. He is currently in remission from prostrate cancer but has some dormant secondaries in his pancreas which could be a time-bomb. On the table next to Tom is a bottle of Wray and Nephew overproof Jamaican rum.
Many years ago I bought some of it from a local shop after having had a taste when I thought it tasted OK. I think I was conned because the stuff I opened at home and it tasted vile! It stayed on the shelf for months. Alex turned up with his business partner and we had a few drinks and then decided to have a game of Trivial Pursuit. The drink flowed until finally all we had left was the Wray and Nephew rum.
We were awoken at about five thirty am by our respective wives having fallen asleep all over our Trivial Pursuit game. I think Irene was more than a tad relieved when I turned down Tom’s offer of a slug of his rum. I saw the New Year in and then had to go home because the pain became too much.
Johnno set some fireworks off and the sky was lit up with Chinese Lanterns that travelled for ages in the clear winter sky.
So New year’s Day was hangover free and I stayed in bed because of the pain in my derriere.
My next evening out was Sunday and Alex pushed me through the snow in my wheelchair. It was bitterly cold and all I could manage was a couple of glasses of Merlot. Picko was there and we had a bit of a catch up. He wants to know where chapter 24 of this blog had gone. I told him it must have been a senior moment. He must be sickening for something as he was not playing bingo.
I don’t know if I told you but the district nurses have downgraded me to replacing my dressings every other day. Well on Monday Gladys 2 was not going to be dressed anymore. She had finally healed so now it is just Gladys 1 on Monday, Wednesday and Friday.
In spite of this good news I have not been feeling very well with some sort of stomach upset. Of course I am making progress – I can now get out of bed without using my zimmer frame but the pain up my arse is still not allowing me to make the progress that I want to make. Yes I know it’s a big operation and yes I know it’s small steps. Many a mickle makes a muckle. Never mind. Worst things happen at sea! You want to see what happens to the whalers in the book I am reading which allegedly inspired the novel Moby Dick.
