Dogs, Chickens and Vintage China

Although the terminator boot was turning me into an insomniac who was watching entire series on TV in one sitting and eventually falling asleep just as the sun was coming up, it did allow me to dispense with the crutches and and walk around a bit more.  Cooking became a non wheeled activity, being able to use both hands...at the same time...whilst standing up, makes everything easier. I may have mentioned in a previous post that we had a double glazing firm come round and in a fit of madness I decided to get a new window in the sitting room. I did this on my own whilst Helen was at the gym. When she went out we had just told the man very politely that we didn't need any new windows, when she came back I had spent £2000 on a new window.  To be fair it was a completely new window, as in, they had to cut a new hole in the wall to fit it. It's all very well ordering new windows, basically because you are bored, but it has unforeseen consequences, in my case it precipitated the...

Nobody tells you when you embark on the post surgery journey that sleep may become optional.  As I have alluded to before I am a strict 8 hours a night man, more if possible, 10 or even 12 hours have been known. Of course in the days after surgery you can expect sleep to be fairly erratic but then a hefty dose of opiate based pain killer nearly always sorts that nonsense out post haste. Another reason for erratic sleeping can be the aforementioned claustrophobia of the foot when encased immovably in a plaster cast and this certainly has been the case.  I couldn't wait to get Horris...the plaster cast, I've been very remiss in doing updates so you may have forgotten that for reasons best forgotten I called the plaster cast Horris...I couldn't wait to get him removed and consigned to whatever hell is reserved for evil plaster casts. I had luxuriated in a bath and spent a pleasurable half an hour or so removing dead skin and I was now back in the bed having eaten tea, watc...