19th December 2017
Another early start for my trip to Whitney on Wye to see my friend Martin.
He had been dealt a terrible blow several weeks ago when he was diagnosed with growth on his liver. He is waiting for a CT scan to see if it can be operated on. He remains optimistic, albeit under heavy pain killers. I struggle with what to say, without sounding uncaring . I have known him for over twenty years, and watched his health deteriorate. He has suffered physical and mental pain from the age of seven, he often talked about death setting him free, but faced with an uncertain future, he clings to life by the same fingernails as we all would.
Martin was selling me his Mitsubishi Shogun, and this will be my workhorse, enabling the shifting of all the crap from the cottage to the tip in relative comfort.
I then had to drive back to Bath for an important dinner appointment. I realised that time had slipped away, and I had to rely on the power of the Jag to get me there. At times I felt that I was holding on to the steering wheel, with my legs flapping behind like a scarf blowing in the wind.
Dinner was at the Mint Rooms with three of my best ex Herman friends. Due to my lateness I was able to make contact with Helen who took my order.
The main disadvantage of writing a blog is that all my stories have been told, and those who have read them, know everything, so I had nothing left to say.
The evening was great, and Bob even dressed up for the occasion (yes I know,) and wore a festive bow tie. I spent the evening wondering when it was going to spin, or light up.
The meal was wonderful, right up to the point at which I must have bit into a chilli, I kept my cool, and finished off my beer in an attempt to relieve the burn, I know that
Isn’t what you’re supposed to do, but it was a better alternative than licking the window.
Another Lifetime to go 