Going Home

Time Flies

You know you're getting old when you're droppin' the kids off at the pub of a Friday night and you're going home to watch T.V.! 

:¬)

Fear

So, 'twas a wake-up call
A kick in the nuts
No 'if's' or 'buts'
A pain, lingering,
Ignoring, as a man does so well
Tomorrow I shall feel no pain 
The 'sell'
And then tomorrow,
Well maybe Tuesday,
Then October becomes February
And no matter how merry
The soberness on wakening still brings
The stings, the doubt,
The bouts of anxiety
And piety not being one of my better sides
No prayers will heal this pain
No smiling hides the fear
And though I cower and assume position foetal
Praytell my darkest hour
Is wakened by the clock
''No more" I say,
And ring the Doc.


All Is Well!

ALL CLEAR!

Scans came back (eventually!) all clear!  :¬)

Thank you for your support, I shall wear it always!

Scans.

Update; Scans done, (embarrassing, but one should never die from embarrassment!) Should have results by Friday. Thanks for the vibes peeps!


I need all your positive thoughts and any spare energy you may have around midday.
Crossed fingers also gratefully received.

Much love.  :¬)

xxx

Mark? Never The Twain!

It can be very frustrating when two of the people one loves the most don't gel!
Especially when one of those two seems quite happy in the others company, and the other seems bored out of their head!
And I am in the middle!
Funny, but I imagine they would have so much to talk about at my funeral!