Well, what can I say about 2020?
As the whole country teeters towards another national lockdown, is there a new adjective that I can use that has not been used before to describe this unbelievable and unforgettable year?
I started the year separated from wife and family, unemployed and mentally broken. It had to go up from there. A see saw attached to one of Elon Musk’s rockets would be a fitting analogy – preferably not one of the exploding ones.
I started the month off with a Prostate Cancer UK session delivered via Zoom for church but all were invited. A first for me and advertised heavily on the churches men’s groups (there are four geographical locations Brixton, Birmingham, Walthamstow and Kilburn. I thought I had all the bases covered when I delegated all of the tasks surrounding the talk – letting people in, opening prayer but I forgot to put aside the password for the meeting. That meant that only half of the meeting was recorded so it’s not something that I can ever use.Read More »
My six-monthly prostate appointment was on Thursday.
I will be honest I wasn’t hopeful knowing how my run of good things happening to me, always pans out.
The week before I had taken a ghostly empty train ride into London Bridge. The new norm is to look at fellow passengers and nod over face masks. I did just that with a fellow traveller walking through the train carriage. We nodded that nod that said we were both on the same page. Ready to open a window and eject anyone with so much as a pre-cough.Read More »
It’s my birthday today. Yeaaaah!!
I am fifty-two. It was two years and one day ago that those faithful words were uttered in my direction,
“It’s not good news and you cannot, not do anything about it’
Ripping my little world apart. Ahhhh, bless.
Not one to dwell on it, I shall be spending my big day with a Spiderman Victoria sponge cake, building a model Star Trek Voyager and for dinner a pandemic bag of fish and chips. The Uber delivered fish and chips being a rare and eye wateringly expensive indulgence.
A week ago, I had a Deja Vue moment. I wondered how I managed to find myself back, for the second time, derrière exposed on the surgery bench as I did almost exactly two years ago.
