Post 370: Chocolate poisoning from Easter gifts.
It’s easy for a chocoholic like me to hoard an egg or two at this time of year but, upon opening said egg, it’s very hard not to consume all the contents as if I were a child with a hungry...
Post 369: Day 2 repairing bike. Day 5 on my body’s full power.
“Limitations” was all about doing stuff when you can but realising we 60-year-olds can’t re-charge fully any more; that’s without the cancer added to the mi...
Post 368: Limitations.
Wherever can I start with what’s on my mind today. My limitations are so bloody obvious—and so many—it’s no wonder I swoop into despair sometimes.
I wonder what’s to happen to me. Short term, lon...
Post 367: Back ache but oh, the mattress is good.
On a day that was meant to be a rest day after two very busy days, I was seated and happy to watch K-dramas to ease the (self-inflicted) pain in my back. However, I did have the delivery of a mattres...
Post 366: Nasty pyracantha stings and the motorbike’s dead.
Have I actually got stage 4 Prostate cancer with a PSA of 738?
It makes me so pleased that I can have days like this. Another busy day spring-cleaning the garden out the back and bri...
