On being a bit grubby
Yesterday was a bit of a mess. It started when I overslept. I hadn’t slept at all the previous night so I was knackered. As a result, I was an hour late for my immunotherapy. As a result of that, … Continue reading →
Grandad
News of my death is premature
Yup. Hospital this morning again. At this rate it would be easier if I just moved in. I seem to spend more time in there than I do at home, not to mention all the motoring. But I would rather … Continue reading →
Having a gas time
We had a real emergency recently during Storm Darragh. We had no gas. No gas means no tea. That is serious. Soon after getting hitched oh so many decades ago, we bought a tent. One of those big yokes with … Continue reading →
Just a little spot
I had another jaunt to St Vincent’s Hospital yesterday. This time they decided to spare me that crack-of-dawn trick which they usually pull. This time they dumped me into the Friday evening traffic chaos. There is a strange phenomenon here … Continue reading →
