Post 218: Pains for My Sins
I have stayed in the house today, all day, with my pains.
Unfortunately, I’m in so much pain I can barely hold this phone, propped up in bed.
It starts with the neck (right-hand side), shoulders, the whole right...
Post 217: Chats in Two Places and My Cardi Unravels.
With one eye on the Baz-Ball capers down under, I started the day somewhere between 8 and 8:30 — hopefully.
But as I looked out the kitchen window to the front (with Mr Vicious already ringi...
Post 216: A Busy Day and happy tears.
Getting up for counselling isn’t a chore, and after Mr Vicious was fed, he was informed that his dinner might be late tonight due to the CT Scan.
He replied — quite reasonably — that it was fin...
Post 215: A Letter That Suggests Honesty Soon
I’ve been frustrated lately — properly frustrated — and all it’s got me is closer to chasing my own tail like a confused dog. Running in circles, watched, fed, watered… but...
Post 214: Twenty Minutes of Hell.
All day today, from the frosty white morning to the cold breeze of dusk, I stayed in bed. I didn’t go downstairs once. I only went to the loo — which is in the next room.
The foreman told me to rest aft...
