Well hello there. It’s been a while, I know. A lot has happened since I last dragged my arthritic hip to this site. Some of it hilarious and interesting (none of which I can remember) and some of it pretty tough. Dad had a massive stroke which has left him with a severe loss of mobility and has pretty much changed all our lives. And when something like that happens, everything else kind of takes a back seat. He had a bumpy ride too – a victim of a failing hospital and obvious cuts in the NHS resulted in less than satisfactory care. But with a lot of love and support from us lot, and all credit to the amazing doctors and nurses battling against the odds, he’s made great progress. He gets a little confused with time and process but on the whole, he’s doing well. So while quite a lot has changed for him, I’m sorry to have to tell you that, despite a huge bump on the head, he is still a Spurs supporter.
CELEBRATING DAD’S 80TH BIRTHDAY AT DUXFORD AIRFIELD
But let’s keep this light-hearted. I’ve missed writing. I’ve missed ranting and moaning. And I’ve missed you lot. All 3 of you! So it’s time to relaunch this little indulgence of mine with a few more bells and whistles. I’ve migrated to WordPress! Get me! I don’t even know what that means! Plus there’ll be Instagram and most probably Facebook and Twitter too in the future. And new for 2017, mixed in with my musings, will be some reviews of wherever my fight against ageing, my quest for retirement and my pursuit of happiness takes me. Basically it’s an excuse to go and have facials and massages and eat in poncy restaurants. I’ve even joined Slimming World. That’s a whole new post in itself which I’ll save for another day.
But Spring is in the air. I’ve joined the gym (again) ahead of the hip operation (end of April) in the hope of getting into some sort of decent shape before my leg is severed! On the plus side, I suppose the crutches will do wonders for my bingo wings. The plan being that by the time summer is in full swing, I’ll be fit, healthy and looking fab-u-lous in those daisy dukes and skimpy vests. The reality is, is that I probably won’t be chucking my Primark cover-ups out any time soon.
CAN I JUST POINT OUT THAT THESE ARE CATEGORICALLY NOT MY FEET!
So with renewed vigour and a spring in my limp, I shall be back again soon with my first review of having my haircut at an extortionately expensive Shoreditch hair salon followed by a luxurious facial that promises a fusion of plants and diamonds to stimulates cell renewal and prolong the youth of the skin with a new lease of life. And after that I shall probably just about be able to afford a Tesco meal deal!