I've not been a well boy the last few weeks; and I'm very, very weary now.

I need to concentrate what energy (and time) I'm going to have left—rather less of both than I thought until earlier this year—on doing things that are really important rather than messing about with blogs. 

Now don't panic if you think you might have slept with me: that's because it's the way my little physical disability is panning out, not because of AIDs or anything.

But there won't be any new posts because of that. Sorry.


Going off a bit. . .

Just thought I'd tell you. Shan't be posting for a week or two. As you all know (or would if you've read this blog carefully) I'm crippled, and this sometimes causes unexpected problems.

'Cos I can't walk too well, my GP tells me I've begun to use up too much body fat instead of muscle because (obviously) I can't get exercise the way most people my age can.

I don't mind being sexily slim, but it seems it's getting a bit past that just now and beginning to head for dangerously skinny, or so she says. I had noticed this summer I was tightening the belt round my 31in  waist jeans and my 30in waist ones were getting a bit looser. You could say I'm waisting away . . .)  So I have to do something about it before it gets out of hand. 

So I don't feel much like blogging at the moment. I've kinda got other things on my mind. I know 'those whom the gods love die young' but I'd rather they didn't fancy me that much, not yet anyway. See you later.


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