Dogs, Chickens and Vintage China

 < Previous Helen and I weren't able to spend sunny summer days wafting around the Somerset countryside in a bike and sidecar like some modern day Darby and Joan.  Why we would be like Darby and Joan I have no idea, it just sounded apposite. Who the fuck were Darby and Joan anyway and more pertinently did they have a sidecar, I suspect not.  However nonetheless any sidecar'ing was strictly verboten due to my fairly extraordinary mechanical ineptitude. It didn't matter what I did I couldn't get the fucking sidecar attached to the bike. Day after day in glorious sunshine I would repair to the garage, haul the ridiculously large garage door open, this in itself was annoying, the garage door was electric but the mechanism had died years ago and now I had to heave it up by main strength to get the bloody thing open. To add insult to injury it was impossible to open from the outside and had a nasty habit of working it's way off of one of it's tracks and becoming im...

< Previous  - Next > I left you at the end of the last issue having introduced an astonishingly attractive oncologist whom I had never met before. She didn't remain in my life for long but she did ask all the usual questions. "Is your weight stable and are you eating more now, I see from your notes that this has been an issue" "My weight is pretty stable and I can at least eat now, if not very much so I'm not putting any weight on which is a concern for Helen but to be honest I'm quite happy to stay at 65 kilos, but I guess I won't be that lucky" "Oh, you never know", she smiled "Some people never put the weight back on after treatment" This was rather marvellous news, I like being 65 kilos despite apparently looking like Gollum when clad only in socks and boxers. "Can you tell me why are you not able to eat much, is it because you still can't taste things" "Oh, no, that's no longer a problem, my sense...