I'm on the cusp of having my shoulder operated on. Not particularly looking forwards to that but looking forwards to getting better as we move into 2016. I've never had an op, never been anesthetised. I'm guessing I'll be feeling pretty groggy over the Christmas holiday but I really need to get my brain and my heart back in gear. I've not been sat at home in front of the telly since Aug 11th when I made that glorious save (fell over when the full back bumped into me). Lack of sleep and lack of right armery has been my downfall. There's hardly a footpath within a 10 mile radius of home that I haven't walk along but it's all down time till I can lace up my trainers again or plug in my GPS kit at work. Really looking forwards to reintroducing my bum to my bike saddle too.
It's been tricky looking forwards to Christmas too, what with a visit to hospital between now and then. I've always loved knocking up the festive feast for the family but it is out of my hands this year so I'll have to embrace it and enjoy someone else doing all the work for a change. Having Jenny home to help Ms G on the pots and pans will be great. Jen came back from Leeds just a couple of days ago but has thrown herself into work. Money is the motivation for that as Uni life has obviously put a massive dent in her bank balance.
Tomorrow marks my annual "shopping trip" to London where I meet up with top lads Simon and Richard. My oldest work buddies. We've been scouring the streets of London every year for 20+ Christmases and it always starts and ends in a pub. Fortunately all the presents have been bought, wrapped and placed under the tree already so I can wallow in beer all day!
It'll be my 1st Christmas since mum passed away. Above anyone I know, mum loved Christmas. She used to love it when we'd decend on her for lunch and she loved doing the cards, the shopping, the carols, the telly and decorating the place. Her last Christmas was awful for her and all of us. It was so sad she didn't get one last hurrah, but in truth she'd been too unwell to enjoy things as much for a number of years. I shall go and spend some time on the cliffs looking out to sea, where we laid some of her ashes, on Christmas morning and probably shed a tear or two.
Seasons greetings to the world, specially Jim and the Sawtry girls. Jim usually reads my whafflings here, which I mostly write in lieu of being bothered to write a diary and he's good enough to give me gentle positive nudges when things look a bit bleaker from my side of the keyboard.
2016, I'm coming to get you
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