A Difficult Twenty Four Hours

Apart from having a very disappointed Mrs Swordfish (aka Kitten), who was all glammed up and ready for the Strictly Christmas special it has also been a physically difficult twenty four hours.

The milkshake compounds that I have been using for two months are suddenly not agreeing with me and the last day has not been nice. Unsurprisingly I have stopped using them and am now consuming a few gentle calories.

It is like going back to square one.  I have gradually improved due to the stent over the last couple of weeks but now I barely feel better than when I was in hospital.  I was due in work today to talk with my Managing Director, Sam the Eagle and the Chief Executive Officer about the route forward work wise, but I had to cancel. In my condition and with the snow there was no way of making it in and these conversations are best held in person rather than conference call.  I was also due to meet with the ex-managing director before he resumes his "life of Reilly" as a ski instructor in Europe later this week.

At these times it is important to take it as easy as possible and I have retired to my specially kitted out bedroom with TV on and iPhone at hand.  I remember when my grandfather was bedridden and my nan had intercoms for him to communicate his needs.  My sister and I used to wait all day for the opportunity to use the intercoms and also to take his food through to him.  Just substitute mobile phones for intercoms!