Good times pre 2007 Part 1....

An hour and a half....that's how long I've sat here trying to think of a way to start today's blog 😳 I'm aware that it isn't something that needs to be done everyday, yet since I'm not sleeping and I'm stoned on my meds, I've come over all creative and 'authory '. I'm even contemplating wearing an unbuttoned white Oxford shirt with matching waistcoat and blazer and leaning against a huge marble fireplace, a glass of red wine in one hand and a quill in the other. To be fair, the fireplace is necessary as without it, I'd fall over. 

O.K. So here comes a difficult stage in the creation of my blog. Isn't it ironic, (don't ya think)? that by the very nature of 'blogging', I find myself stumbling. Stumbling metaphorically, not physically although that too happens more frequently than I'd like. 😕 I find myself desperately reaching around inside my head for the words needed to adequately convey the very real physical and mental pain attached to my memories of the 27th/28th February 2007. 

The Cambridge Dictionary's definition of 'a blog'  is "a regular record of your thoughts, opinions or experiences that you put on the Internet for other people to read." That's pretty much Facebook then 🤔 People that know me will vouch for me in so far as I can talk. I talk quite a lot. My difficulty lies in my lack of spiritual and emotional vocabulary. To be perfectly honest with you, I am absolutely shit at pinpointing my emotions and putting them into words. Tammy is amazing at reading me. She still, at times, finds me extremely frustrating....hard to believe, I know 😇 

So, I had literally just written a load of 'stuff' about my time pre amputation and I had to delete it because I ran out of space 😳 Told you I could talk a load of shit didn't I? Till next time......x