Lazarus

I cabbed it back from violin last night to find L flopped on the sofa.

“Any phone calls?”

“No but JG came round from next door asking if you wanted him to look at your car or give you a lift to work.” – what a nice chap.

A little while later I was turning the engine over [...]

The Son of a Bitch is Back

Feeling very arthritic this morning. This, you may think, means throbbing joints and stiffness, but in actual fact it is much more about feeling iffy. True my hands were stiff and creaking this morning but the fatigue is the real killer.

Like I suggested in my last entry, I’ve really enjoyed being free from this for [...]

Energy

Pretty good, but uneventful bank holiday weekend. I spent a large part of it buying tiles for the kitchen and putting up new curtain poles in the newly decorated bedrooms. Things are beginning to look a lot better in our gaff. With the wardrobe reassembled the right way up, the spare room is looking very [...]

Last of the Summer Wine

We packed the nipper off to bed early. Not before he had a chance to unload a wheelbarrow full of hedge clippings into the flower beds, throwing each handful with his new cryptic cry of “mucca, mucca”.

The weather has been great recently, not too hot but lovely and sunny enough for us to eat outside [...]

The Silver Bullet

“… I prefer the term shaman myself.” he babbled ushering us down into his hut.

I’d been waiting two months for this appointment and was pretty much at the end of my tether. I’d managed not to directly take any days of work due to pain or fatigue until that week, but after the weekend [...]