Interesting month that October.
It started off early when I was sitting down just about to have a serious discussion with my Greggs baguette, Tottenham cake and orange juice. I don’t even know if I took a bite, when out of nowhere I had a heart attack.Read More »
It was to be three weeks later that Ollie would be back in front of the unnamed consultant to go over his results. As the door closed and they sat him down to deliver the results and they didn’t get quite the reaction they may have been expecting.
He told the consultant that he already knew that he had prostate cancer and he didn’t spare any details or emotion in telling them how Mr Admin had callously shared the details with him.Read More »
2019 was more than a bad year. It was truly an annus horribilis for me. If it was a blind date it would be where a hairy bloke in a wig turned up, drugged and imprisoned me and made me call him Shirley. In some ways it was even worse than 2018, the year of my operation. In 2018 I only had one big ‘de-prostation’ problem to deal with. 2019 would stand out for practically one major issue per month right up to December.
I Am The One In Three 