I mentioned yesterday about my garden pub which is my little treat and belated chrimbo prezzy and have had quite a few names being suggested. Our house is named Stanhope (which is an old car, or two seater horse drawn carriage - google it for pictures) and I want that name in the title. Conventional names such as The Stanhope Arms, Stanhope Tavern, Stanhope Lodge, Stanhope Boozer, and Stanhope Inn, came immediately to…
A reasonable nights sleep (in three instalments) and either getting used to pain or it has eased off slightly has seen a more comfortable day come and go. Actually got out of house and had a trip to supermarket. The lack of appetite to eat (any) food was matched by a lack of interest in the shopping aisles which used to stock my favourites. No more curries, spicy chicken, chineses, beer, wine or spirits. No fizzy drinks…
Hallelujah! It is a Saturday and, wait for it... "Wooah We're Halfway There!" (Bon Jovi, 1986). With the battle truly underway I have pulled forward my two latest weapons. Extra strong cocodamol was first and following two bursts during the night I managed over 8 hours pain free sleep. Its not all one sided though as ulceration is creeping round to the left side of the mouth as well now. So enter weapon number 2 - Igloo…
