I know that there are many of you out in bloggoland who feel that like the pontiff I am infallible and never make mistakes but I am just about to sadly disillusion you. I am rapidly becoming a senile old coot, and although I am a relatively good boy these days, my years of partying hard have probably caught up with me.
When we went to Ireland last week I forgot to take some of my medication with me so for a glorious week I had very little diabetes medicine, and none of my anti-bonkers pills, so I was as high as a kite when I got back, on a mixture of tiredness and blood sugar.
During my abscence Graham retrieved my errant medication from the chemist, and as soon as I returned to base I started taking it properly again. However, the net result of this is that I slept almost incessantly for the next three days, and even now I am still feeling a little groggy. I also had 4,000 emails waiting for me on my return plus a whole slew of other stuff, so please be forgiving if I am a little behind with my correspondence.
To change the subject a tad, your thoughts and prayers are appreciated for Noela Mackenzie, the oldest CFZ member, who - at 87 - is uprooting herself from her home in Kingsbridge to move to Bideford so she can be nearer the CFZ; to Maxy who starts university this weekend; to Lizzy and Dave who are each going through (unconnected) life dramas; to Marjorie Braund, still in Bideford Hospital (I saw her yesterday evening) waiting her final last ditch bout of radiotherapy; and to my brother's family who have kittens each time the telephone rings, and will do until he is safe home from Afghanistan.