Its been a funny old week. Not a particularly favourite time of year for me, to be honest, with all the lovey-dovey merchandising and happy ever after, hearts and smoochey, fluffy filled stories on the airwaves. What was it the infamous Morrigan once said to me? Oh yes… The quickest way to a man’s heart is straight through the rib cage with a sharp knife. Never tried it, but worth keeping in mind, me finks.
So… those words of an unfortunate vision bring me, inappropriately, to what’s been giving me considerable thought for concern, this week; a friend going under the knife for colon cancer! Its a blessed relief to be able to pull meself up, ease up on the carpet burns, and jump for joy as the prognosis looks good. No pooper scooper required and if he has “a dump”, he’ll be able to go home soon. That’s proper soon, as in hours, not days or weeks! His wife text me to relay this important faecal status, saying she was so excited she just HAD to tell someone. Boy, am I glad I’d finished me chocolate chip cookies before receiving that nougat of information. Seriously, though, I really am over the moon, and squeezing me thoughts, hard, to give the poor fella a little help in motion.
Its times like this that make me realise what’s important in life. I got good friends, my freedom, and a sea-view, but I really wish I had someone special to give me a hug.