Boring

It's official…..I am now at the boring stage!

I was warned that progress would be very slow for about 6 weeks followed by a rapid improvement. It is now 3 weeks since I joined the escape committee and tunnelled out the ward. I am getting a bit fed up with not feeling a 100% and pooing out of my stomach. Just to jolly me along I also have a urinary infection which is also par for the course.

On the plus side I can see a significant improvement when I look back to day 1.
I am managing to walk 2 miles a day now and even manage a couple of hours office work a day which is my limit. I am eating well and can touch my toes although I was disappointed with the achievement. The toes are not a particularly attractive or sensitive part of the anatomy so I wish I hadn’t bothered really.

Growing up in Australia and New Zealand we never wore shoes as boys and were always bare footed. As a consequence we had soles as leathery as Sir Chris Hoy’s scrotum. When I first came to England at the tender age of 18 I lived with my uncle and aunt in the tiny village of Jacobswell. To my amusement I was stopped by the local bobby on his bike and grilled about being a suspected vagrant. The reason, as it turned out, was because I was bare footed. I thought this was the most ridiculous thing ever. Fast forward about 30 years and I was as equally horrified as that poor bobby by Oli. We picked him up bare footed at Heathrow on his return from Thailand on the first of 3 separate gap years. He still had half of Koh Samui between his toes. He said someone had stolen his trainers 3 months previous and he didn’t have any money to replace them!

I see my consultant in about 3 weeks by which time I should be back to my old self. I can do 3 weeks standing on my head. On second thoughts, this is probably not a good idea with the bag.

Love, Jon; xx