It's the 1st of January, the start of a new year, and tradition dictates that my post has to be dripping with resolutions about being a better and more consistent blogger. This year I don't think I will even bother listing what I would like to achieve over the coming twelve months: I have decided to create the list in mid-December instead so it can look back and more accurately reflect what I have actually achieved. Released from the need to construct any such one year plan, I can better concentrate on the things this Blog should be focusing on - meaningless speculation, idle tittle-tattle, and the unfettered exploration of the irrelevant.
Perhaps I should start with my hand. I had an appointment at the hospital earlier this week and they seemed quite pleased with its progress even though, to me, it feels like my hand has been replaced by a useless lump of swollen lard. I had hoped that the recovery process would be analysed by a series of high tech investigations and scans, but the surgeon took a brief look at it, bent my finger straight with all the enthusiasm of a member of the Spanish Inquisition and said things seem to be progressing well and to report back in another six weeks. I am supposed to have physiotherapy, and each night I have to wear a splint on my hand in order to encourage my finger to straighten. I can't help thinking that the joints in my little finger would respond better to the carrot rather than the stick, and I am tempted to ditch the tortuous splint and replace it with the promise of a tumbler of Laphroaig if my finger makes efforts to straighten its act whilst I am asleep. Disappointed in not having a hospital scan of my finger to share with you, I decided on a do-it-yourself approach using my desktop flatbed scanner. The results seem quite effective - I must suggest it to the local hospital as a potential way of saving money.
In other news, we are actively investigating the possibilities of a replacement for the irreplaceable Amydog, I am still trying to cure myself of the addiction of buying boxes of old negatives on eBay, we have booked a cruise for later this year .... and a great flood of Biblical proportions has beset Yorkshire. Perhaps I will get around to discussing some of these at greater length in posts to come - it all depends what is in the Grand Blogging Plan for 2016, the details of which I will formulate in twelve months time. For the time being .... A Happy and Peaceful New Year to you all.
An Happy New Year to you, my friend! I trust 2016 brings you health, wealth (in moderation) and much happiness.
ReplyDeleteThe use of the word 'an' instead of 'a' was produced by speaking in Lancashire dialect, but I forgot to drop the aitches...
ReplyDeleteA Happy New Year to you and yours Alan, and you know you can always rely on me to lend a hand.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year, Alan! I like your resolution plan; it makes far more sense than the traditional set-up for failure.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year. The plan sounds good. As for the hand, I will take it from you and the doc that it is looking better.... You should try both the carrot and the stick. Or maybe you could splint it with a carrot.
ReplyDeleteAll of your plans seem worth pursuing. Happy new year.
ReplyDeleteFor your sake I hope the hand recovers in the next six weeks. I share your opinion about resolutions. Have a great 2016.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year. You are inspiration always.
ReplyDeleteAh yes, the sound of one hand clapping. As always, I look forward to reading more about what might have been in the coming year, Alan. Cheers!
ReplyDeleteWell I enjoyed seeing your scan and look forward to your lofty blogging resolutions:) A pint or two might help straighten that finger out:)
ReplyDeleteYour 2016 is going to be fantastic. Trust me on this. I went ahead and looked.
ReplyDeleteMy best to you and your wife. Pain is not fun so you should try to do something else. I think everyone needs to have a furry friend. Have a great new year.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year Alan and GLW. Hope your finger straightens and your hand feels better very soon. So far 2016 has featured so much washing and ironing I feel quite shattered. A sign of things to come perhaps?
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