On my new meandering path to wellness I’ve decided to tackle my diet. Now it’s not that dreadful to be honest, if zero was a fast food munching coke gulping fatberg of a diet and ten was a macrobiotic pulse laden organic fest then I’d be a five or maybe a six, but there is … More Food. Tuesday August 2nd.

It’s the beginning of a new month & change is in the air. My son heads off early morning to Edinburgh, he will be away until September with his show at the Fringe Festival.  I watch him head up the road weighed down with bags and as he disappears around the corner I send with … More 100 steps back 1000 forward. August 1st.

Second day of taking vitamins & supplements, no changes yet, maybe it will take another day or two?  Went ‘Up West’ to see the show Jerusalem with my Son in the evening.  I’ve seen a version of this show once before, with my Son in the lead when he was at Uni. He was fucking … More Showtime. Thursday July 21st

This writing a journal business isn’t going so well.  Like those distant school reports of mine from long ago, it’s a case of easily distracted, could do better. The point of me writing a journal was that if I set myself the task of writing each day then this would necessitate me actually doing something … More Off my Trolley. Tuesday 19th July

Spring is here, I know this because on my perfunctory perambulations in the local park I am greeted by daffodils & croci poking their heads up through the grass, all stalks bending in the march wind & flowers straining towards the warmth of the sun. I do likewise, sitting on an old park bench my … More Walkies

Down the stairs I go, it’s morning & that means coffee, into the kitchen, there in the sink is a pile of washing up. Bollocks.  Never mind, there’s always the dishwasher  I open it to find it full. Double bollocks.   O.K.calm down Boyer there you go with your first world problems, forget about it, … More Dishwasher Displacement Theory

’s now one month and four days since my hip replacement and I am delighted to report that I am now able to poop sitting down for the first time in a year.  … More POP. ( Post Operative Papa )

Tuesday morning, the phone goes at eight thirty – the Hospital: Mr Boyer you are due in for your hip replacement at 12.30 today, can you come in early?   Um………. Yes, when were you thinking I ask………. Can you come now they say. Oh bollocks, I’d been psyching myself up for my midday appointment, … More The day I became a Hipster

I don’t know about you but this Rheumatoid Arthritis business is a bit daunting to say the least, why do the simplest thing have to turn into a saga?
Take for instance getting an X-ray … More X-Ray