Post 418: The Realisation…
The U3A is a national organisation offering daytime (evening) classes for those who are no longer full-time workers.
In my case—and I bet you’re hoping it might help—I’m going to sample a Cr...
Post 417: First Day Back at Work
I have been purposely avoiding any chatter about the dreaded time it takes me to get through the admin surrounding my new issue with worsening AFib.
It remains to be seen how AFib will affect my life, especially as ...
Post 416: Everything’s Going South…
AMU was the last place I wanted to be, especially now my second mum (and host) had been excluded from the sh1t show I was in. But at least I got to see her for a while.
At one stage I had to pass her...
Post 415: I'm Fine, But Had to Discharge Myself
Should I, or shouldn't I, have gone to the hospital in Carlisle, or gone home first?
A&E.
The simple fact was that, after the celebratory curry following my eldest's Mighty Hike completion, I had a ...
