Gosh it's me, on a blog.
Useless I've been, proper crap. No reason whatsoever either, other than utter crapness.
Life pootles along with it's usual ebb and flow of highs and lows. The big high of the year was Amanda's fortieth birthday which we spent with a wonderful group of friends in a delicious riad in Marrakesh which we had all to ourselves. Debauchery and hilarity was very much the order of the weekend and a high ole time was had by all.
Much of what happens to Josh occupies the lows, along with the recent return of my cluster headaches after three years of nothing. They have the capacity to reduce me to a gibbering husk of a man, the only upside being that I have to quit the elbow bending whilst medicating, so the longer they go on, the healthier I become. That being said, I would rent out my nutsack to the fuckwit spaniel's fleas for a swig from a can of Stella 4%. Since I last had them I have been given oxygen cylinders to give pain relief at home. Quite how I got through the previous twenty years without it, I have no idea. Quite remarkable.
I would have liked to swum in the sea rather more than I have done throughout the summer, but other than that the barometer swings more up than down.