Three for the Womble Kings under the common
Seven for the Train Lords in their halls of CrossRail
Nine for Train Drivers doomed to die
One for Boris, on his dark throne
In the land of Morden where the tramlink lies
One Tram to rule them all
One Tram to find them
One Tram to bring them all
And in South London bind them
In the land of Morden where the tramlink lies.
Where has this year gone? It seems like only yesterday that we were celebrating the turning of the year last time, and celebrating only a few weeks later, Louise’s birthday at Kimchee. Spring was, shall we say, nothing to write home about, summer seemed to rush by and saw us take a weekend to visit Paris and Versailles, and I’m not actually sure we had an Autumn this year as Summer seemed to last well into October and segued into Winter with barely a change… like setting a music player to cross fade while playing Holst’s “The Planets”. (more…)
There’s one thing that really defines post-operative life, it’s dilation. It’s uncomfortable, messy and way too frequent. It’s the first thing you think of in the morning, the last thing you think of at night and well, most of your day revolves around it for at least the first few months. For me, it’s been a couple of weeks since the operation, and a week since dilation began. I have plenty more time for this. So if you’re likely to be squicked out by biological descriptions, then I’d advise not reading further. It may be NSFW too, depending on what I decide to include. (more…)
Week one of my release. It’s Friday and I thought a feast was in order. Nothing too expensive but tasty… And so I decided on tuna. We got a couple of thick juicy steaks, an Italian style salad and some chips (that’s French fried potato to the yanks, not crisps) and while Louise kindly cooked the fish for about 4 minutes, I opened a bottle of Prosecco.
We followed this with mince pies (not allowed by law in England at Christmas) and some apple wood smoked cheddar. There’s some Sauvignon Blanc to finish off… Yum!
Just so you know, I’m bored. It’s not so much that I have nothing to do, but that I can’t really do any of it. It’s uncomfortable even to sit in a chair for very long (though thick cushions help), so I end up back on my bed which is suboptimal. (more…)