I know, it’s a disgrace isn’t it! That beer bottle on my desk.
I don’t care though. I bashed my head in the downstairs cupboard last weekend and, because I am still recovering from my brain haemorrhage (God, he isn’t still going on about that is he two years on?), I have felt a bit woozy all week.
It is very depressing to get a relapse like this when I am now only a few months away from my appointment with the neurologist and for what I hope will be my final brain scan. I am sure it was only a knock and that I will be fine and that I should make sure that I don’t turn into a hypochondriac but I did get a bit low this week.
But hey it’s Friday – nearly the weekend and you can do almost anything, even begin a sentence with a conjunction or have a bottle of Peroni beer and some pizza whilst playing on the computer. Well actually that was last night but it made me feel alive again – almost the lad in fact. I didn’t even do the washing up!
Maybe some more bad behaviour is in order. Hmmm, good idea!