Post 318: Mr Vicious chooses my celebrant.
I’ve come an awful long way since Friday’s landing on London’s tarmac, and the smiles and relaxed voice of my Darling are enough for me to know I’m really feeling better.
It sounds ...
Post 317: It’s only the current bun to cheer us up.
What’s better than sitting in a British hothouse on a British spring day?
Nothing really. I decided I could do a little more today so tried my best to push the envelope in every direct...
Post 316: Neck and head pain takes over from a great day.
To get my Darling to work in a better frame of mind, if I’m able and willing, I
get myself up out of bed and ready for her new day dawning just before her, so that I can hug her and, ...
Post 315: I’m back already, but for how long?
That is the question on my dry lips today as I ponder live in all its glory.
(Yes I should drink more, I hear you).
Am I back, and for how long?
The answer to that is… I don’t really...
Post 314: The holidays are over and we are home (safe and sound).
I really need to get my head around what just what happened. It wasn’t all bad, far from it, but that’s between you lovely people and me.
I’m on oramorph six times ...
