Ooh arr, ooh arr, ay!

I'm not sure where in the post op rest cure program it says that you SHOULDN'T drink gallons of naughty kentish cider. I'm not sure though that it's a tremendously good idea. Hey ho. A swift pint of Tetley mild in the Nottingham Arms turned into a brief wander down to Willys for a taste of tasty Biddendens cider, which is NEVER a good idea, and as is totally predictable, turned into a serious attack on the stuff, or was that "OF" the stuff? Will I never learn? Hope not. Hey ho. MAY not have been the cleverest thing I ever did, but the new and improved ticker seems to be working anyway, walking more than twenty yards is already more comfortable. Ran into Miss Burgers from the office in the pub anyway, so it'll be around the place that I'm on my feet and I'd better not try to blag the "I'm dying" line and blag another month off work. Then again, she's a fairly forgetful soul and may through proper application of Dancing Juice forget to mention that she's seen me, or indeed just forget that she has. A social day - a visit from the man Baz yesterday, he also is on the up after some hospital related medical wobblyness and is itching to get back into doing things. To be fair, my ambition kind of ends at the entrace to the bar, never was a hyperactive chap in the "doing things" front, but each to their own. We got his bike back under cover after the weather ate it's lightweight cover and spat it out the other end, and on charge so that's a positive thing. The riding season begins to heave into view. My own beast is looking at having an engine again at the beginning of next month which is a groovy thing because that's when I can afford to pay for it. Yay.

On the medical front, the access site for the op has now got a bruise on it the size of a Slovene beef burger and blacker than a walk through Kingston at midnight in a power cut. That's attractive. My "lifting heavy things" restriction ends today, so I may move some of the things around that have been piling up for the last few days. Then again I may not. I may mooch around this place and feel like shite for a little while longer yet. Who knows. It's nice to have the options.