This morning I took my grand-daughter, the Blond Bombshell, to the archeological dig, the one she missed on Wednesday. Continue reading »
Jul 172016
Jul 162016
Thanks to all the people who sent me insults. I feel much better now, and I will keep taking the dried frog pills. (That’s a Discworld joke, for the uninitiated.)
Jul 142016
The MRI want me to do lots of physio and other exercise, but my right ankle is not really up to it. So I begged the GP to organise another steroid injection to my right ankle at a different hospital, so I could do the extra physio. And it all went wrong! Continue reading »
Jul 112016
I saw the surgeon 3 hours ago.
First news is that the scan does not distinguish between active cancer and dead scar tissue. So all she can say is that it has not grown. They find out more when they go in with a knife. Continue reading »
Jul 102016
Warwick castle was good. They have a full size trebuchet which they keep on a small island and fire twice a day for the tourists. It was impressive Continue reading »
Jul 072016
I was going to do one, but I had an emergency request to do a bit of website work asap. Continue reading »
Jul 062016
Another small step. I’ve got to exercise before my op, or the death rate goes up. But my bad ankle hurts really badly if I exercise. Continue reading »
Jul 052016
I’ve got a date for the operation. 29 Jul. It’s a week earlier than I expected, and it’s got to be confirmed. Continue reading »
Jul 042016
I didn’t write a blog yesterday because we were with my son the Engineer for his birthday. After that (a) I was tired (b) nothing exciting had happened. Well I was wrong. Continue reading »
Jul 022016
I was always the awkward one. I remember at school in English we did sonnets on afternoon. For most of us it was information we saw no need for. Continue reading »