It's been one of the best Labour Weekends for a long time. Snoozing in the sun, shock treatment in the sea, sand in the house.
But I also had a sinking feeling. Yes the day has come, the walrus said to speak of many things; scalpels, bone chisels, titanium rods and bedpans.
I have been starting to ruminate and vegetate on the surgery. By the time you read this I will be in a slightly different reality. The best thing I can do is try and turn this elongated hospital stay into an opportunity.
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A writing foray with pictures. It won't be pretty and that's hard for a delusional narcissist like myself. I'm inviting a spread of artists to illustrate the journey from a rack back into normal life (optimistic?). So if any budding artist; cartoonist, painter, stylist, wants to give it a crack contact my work talk to Arlene my PA (the other Fuhrer in my life).