Post 295: What a day!
For what it’s worth, I will give the boys and girls of NHS UK a round of applause. You are genuine stars and the attitude of most of you keeps the wheels of medical interventions rolling.
At midday I had a massive heat b...
Post 294: My elephant tears are unending.
Salty mud-bath eyes.
By Mr U
I wish I was an elephant,
in a bath of mud
‘cos there would be no signs of tears,
I cry for all my worth,
Today is just like all the days,
I live by hour and hour,
But I a...
Post 293: No coffee. No counselling. No nothing in the tanks.
If there was ever a day that defined my luck it was this casual Thursday that went to the dogs.
I mean it. This has been a long and tiring day and to be honest, a bit of a stinker.
I go...
Post 292: Three miles this week and lovely flowers, lovey people.
With the holiday only two weeks away, surely nothing can stop us, but I feel a creeping sense of foreboding any time I’m told to behave and get down from the neighbour’s r...
Post 291: Mummies little helper (morphine) saves the day.
I got up first today. It was 9:15am and the cat wanted his breakfast. To be honest, I wanted to have a go on the treadmill but I would have had a few people take exception to that, under the ...
