To Hop-on or Hop-off is the question?

372: Save one last dance for me,

2026-04-25T23:05:22Z

372: Save one last dance for me, (By Dysfunctional Dave) I want another flick and toss, Just one more fighting chance, It’s not the end of life I want— I’d like to tell the boss I didn’t choose this stupid end, ...(read more)

Post 371: Shoulder hydrodilatation — ouch!

2026-04-25T04:07:11Z

Post 371: Shoulder hydrodilatation — ouch! “On a scale of 10, when you get to 7 tell me and we’ll rest,” said the optimistic consultant when I had got “comfy” on the slimmest bed I’ve ever seen, before and a...(read more)

Post 370: Chocolate poisoning from Easter gifts.

2026-04-24T03:19:31Z

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...(read more)

Post 369: Day 2 repairing bike. Day 5 on my body’s full power.

2026-04-23T06:43:03Z

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...(read more)

Post 368: Limitations.

2026-04-22T02:25:00Z

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...(read more)

Post 367: Back ache but oh, the mattress is good.

2026-04-21T07:23:41Z

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...(read more)

Post 366: Nasty pyracantha stings and the motorbike’s dead.

2026-04-20T07:25:36Z

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...(read more)

Post 365: I slept for seven hours.

2026-04-19T07:19:56Z

Post 365: I slept for seven hours. A well-deserved rest after an amazing day with the weeds was just what I needed to feel free and alive. The TV missed me today because I was most definitely not a lounge lizard. In fact, I felt strong—so str...(read more)

Post 364: Not much happened.

2026-04-18T05:33:52Z

Post 364: Not much happened. Being able to laze about in bed all day and get up for dinner is the domain of the very tired retired. My thoughts about getting back to work in a month for a couple of hours a day are twin-bladed: my mental health will...(read more)

Post 363: Reality bites.

2026-04-17T04:48:25Z

Post 363: Reality bites. Another tired eyed start to the day but it was nice but breezy outside. I grabbed my notebook and set out on a journey of discovery. The Aviva form had been emailed and I was still waiting for a price for that holiday in n...(read more)

Post 361: An email and phone call that makes me happy.

2026-04-16T02:30:01Z

Post 361: An email and phone call that makes me happy. My eyelids gave the game away this morning. I was all ready to get up—but they were not. They were in cahoots with my legs and arms, and the overall feeling my body had decided on was one...(read more)

Post 360: The mattress tested—and my body too.

2026-04-15T04:17:03Z

Post 360: The mattress tested—and my body too. An early morning call from the district nurse was a very welcome surprise. “See you in twenty minutes,” she said. I was already up, but conveying the message to my darling was met wit...(read more)

Post 359: My dreamy head.

2026-04-14T05:35:35Z

Post 359: My dreamy head. I wake, it’s dark, I’m all alone The leaves from last year have have all gone The clocks went forward or was it back And spring bulbs shoot up from the black But I’m am stuck I can’t go out My...(read more)

Post 358: Tired, like I ran a marathon, which I certainly have not.

2026-04-13T04:30:32Z

Post 358: Tired, like I ran a marathon, which I certainly have not. Today was a washout but, luckily, I had nothing but rest to occupy myself with — though, even that was hard work. When I woke, I didn’t notice it. Neither did I when I ...(read more)

Post 357: An early call settles nerves but ends in tears, happy tears.

2026-04-12T08:25:29Z

Post 357: An early call settles nerves but ends in tears, happy tears. A Saturday morning and I’ve just had my 8am pills. Usually it would be time for some rewind TV before settling down until I’m ready to fill Mr Vicious’ blue pla...(read more)