So I seem to have got my bladder under control with medicines ( tho I hate to speak too soon about anything positive..)

That means that, as it stands, I’ll go to Holland. A number of the guys had made some pretty impassioned pleas for me to go, which I did find very moving – thank you, fellas.

I kept up my Trike exercise today – pushing for a couple of hours along the river – all fine until it suddenly jack knifed and tipped over, throwing me out.

As I can absolutely nothing but lie there helpless, that’s what I did, until 3 ladies appeared on bikes, though they did balk a bit at the prospect of lifting me back into the chair, and who could blame them..

As if by magic, an old mate was out running and jumped into provide the muscle.
Thank you, Stu.

The fall has done something to my back, which seems to crunch and creak more each day now.

The operation, if I made it that far, would presumably stop all that movement – movement that is quite obviously NOT normal.