Tuesday 19 March 2024

Marcus Aurelius...

It is almost 2,000 years since Roman emperor Marcus Aurelius gave grateful thanks for the blessings of this life. “Observe how transient and trivial is all mortal life; yesterday a drop of semen, tomorrow a handful of ashes. So spend these fleeting moments on earth as Nature would have you spend them, and then go to your rest with good grace, as an olive falls in its season, with a blessing for the earth that bore it and a thanksgiving to the tree that gave it life”...

 

All wind and piss...

Feeling invigorated, rather than knackered, after my evening with Howard and the ‘York lads’. Fun to feel normal, conversational (even if a ‘trip to the loo’ required a discreet piss into a bottle)…

Monday 18 March 2024

Draughts...

The punishing new schedule of care home events includes Prize Bingo, “Let’s Laugh Day”, Gardening Club, “Knit and natter”, silent disco, and draughts. I’m off out this evening; the draughts can wait…

Sparks...

It’s almost three months since my head exploded in a shower of sparks. I had no idea that the experience had anything positive to offer… and yet it has. Strange days indeed…

Seeing the ‘boys’ this evening in Grassington. “We want the finest wines available to humanity. And we want them here, and we want them now!”...

Sunday 17 March 2024

Sunday lunch...

Nothing to organise today. Phil & Colleen are taking me to lunch at the Rose & Crown in Bainbridge…

Saturday 16 March 2024

Visitors...

A busy schedule of visitors today; I’m definitely more popular now than when I was alive. I think I arranged for Gordon at 12, Rachel and Tony at 1pm, for lunch, at the nearest wheelchair friendly pub in Grassington… the Black Horse, close to my ‘digs’. Then Phil & Colleen at 4pm. There’s food on all day. My phone: 07941-630420. If I’ve got the timings wrong… just blame the drugs!…


Friday 15 March 2024

Calm...

I’m woken up with a start, as a mug of tea appears, bottles of piss are decanted down the loo, and I’m told that it’s raining. I feel calm, pain-free and lazy. Maybe my job is just to listen to the chaffinches and feel the meds’ analgesic balm…