Back to hospital tomorrow for up to 6 weeks.
A sense of dread is overcoming me.
I’m not ‘ready’ to be home, but I still want to be here.
Just been to see The Hobbit Part 2.
Really good, except I’ve got to sit at the front, practically next to the screen, from where I miss half the peripheral action and feel like the dragon’s main target is me.
Yesterday I powered up my hand held video camera. Guess what was on it?
About 25 clips I’d filmed during the morning of the day I crashed.. Footage of us messing about, the cycling, and the incredible scenery.
I can’t remember ANY of it, so I watched in morbid fascination, knowing that probably 2 hours later my spine was broken and I was in cardiac arrest.
Still, it looked like a top start to the trip. The sun shone, and the banter flowed ( largely from me, as unofficial every year film maker/ commentator ).
Didn’t know I’d shared a room with Q, til I saw the footage.
If I post the video, I’ll edit out shots of his arse, and substitute in Naomi Campbell’s instead.