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.


Happy Christmas!




PS: Ho hum. I've done it again. Fell getting out of the bath this time, at least it wasn't all the way down the bloody stairs like earlier this year. I just missed hitting the bathroom door by millimetres, or I'd have knocked myself out . . .But I sprained my right wrist trying to break the fall. And I'm right-handed. I never realised how difficult it is to do things with just your left hand. Like typing. And something else. (Oh. No camerawhoring for a few days then, obviously. Shit. How long does it take for a sprain to heal? Anybody know? It's ages since I sprained an ankle when I was a kid and I can't remember.)

That's just given me an idea . . .Look over to the right hand (ouch!) side and scroll down a bit.