If you think I’ve been quiet for the last several weeks you should talk to Sue. She would tell you there’s been nothing but moans and groans, whining and complaining from me since I last posted here. It’s my knee. It died last time I did a big bake. You know what these aches and pains are like: you wait for them to go away and they don’t, you eventually go to the doctor who says these things usually clear up naturally but have a week’s course of anti-inflammatories. Two weeks later it’s still as bad so you go and see another doctor who sends you off for x-rays. A week later the results are back. The doctor says your knee is inflamed, I’ll put you on anti-inflammatories for four weeks. Two weeks on …..
Two weeks on some progress has finally been made. I got the bus all on my own to Bangor, had a pint of Old Rosie in Wetherspoons and did a bit of shopping. I was delerious with excitement!
But it’s about seven weeks since I did a proper bake and I think I have to make some changes to my routine if I’m going to continue small scale production. We shall see.
Worth getting married for (that’s what I told them).