Post 280: I’m not supposed to stay in bed, but I do.
I’m really looking forward to my guests today. I haven’t seen them since the infamous back flip off the kitchen chair on Christmas Day, when I up-staged everyone and made the ens...
Post 279: Useless rest and holiday complications.
Getting up after midday was not the intention, but it was good enough as it happened.
I went to bed at 8:30 pm but wasn’t very tired, but a gulp of oramorph for my head pain was very necessary...
Post 278: A Palace quote and MPR.
Although I have, on a daily basis, a huge quantity of pain relief drugs, I’m suffering with MPR.
No, you’re wrong. MPR isn’t my brother-in-law’s Massive Preoccupation with Rovers — alt...
Post 277: More lovely messages and a big dinner.
If there’s one thing I like more than anything else it’s praise.
Back when I trotted after my Mum looking for her hand while she walked quickly over all terrain, delivering car leaflets t...
Post 276: Thank you’s, ashes and a frozen right shoulder.
First of all, allow me to take a moment to thank a few readers who are so kind and vocal to me in ways that hold me up when I feel the world slipping from my grasp. You know who you are...
