It started last night and has got progressively worse. It
really is very painful. No matter how or where I sit, I just can’t get
comfortable. Thank God for prescription painkillers ...
Fortunately, I was still relatively mobile this morning and
was able to make it into town to meet my old friend, Dermot, who’d come to London
for a flying visit. I’d not seen him for several years so I was determined to
make it into Ealing, despite my creaking limbs.
I’m really glad I did. A lot has changed for us both in
recent times but it was lovely to see him so relaxed and happy and to hear
about his forthcoming move to the USA. I
know he’ll have an amazing time.
But tonight, I’m staying put. An old university friend of Mr
P’s is playing a gig in central London but, much as I would love to go, I
really wouldn’t be able to stand up for more than five minutes. Mr P. has gone
though, with my blessing. He doesn’t like to leave me but I’ve assured him that
I’m fine and that I want him to see his friends. I think it’s important that we carry on as
normally as we can, under the circumstances, and take the opportunity to relax.
Which, for me at least, now means a bath and an early night!
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