For the first time in my … 11 years* of writing on the internets I get to participate in a delurking day!

* Jesus Christ! 11 years!? December 1998 never seemed so far away.

Anyway, leave a comment just saying hi or anything else that comes to mind. If you’re stuck, tell me what you put on your perfect slice of toast. I had plain old butter this morning and it was heavenly.

A special ‘thank you’ to Horatio for posting this for me. Apparently, my host has decided that I have tried logging in too many times [I'm totally not logging in too much!] and has blocked my IP address. For the third time in less than 24-hours. Not happy.

Yesterday was a good day. Yesterday, I did not have to wear my hearing aids. This is because Weasel went out to set people on fire*. I had the whole house to myself. I celebrated by reading, masturbating, having a very late shower and eating toasting cheese sandwiches dipped in leftover pizza sauce.

* She may have been going to put people out once they are on fire. I’m not clear on the details.

BlanketGirl has been going round finding all the BigFish free game offers and sending them to me [and others]; I installed almost all of them and I started Azada. Very fun for me and friendly to my no spare cash situation.

Speaking of no cash. This is because we paid off my computer [cleared our savings account] and had Christmas and birthdays. Hopefully, we’ll be normalised by March. Meanwhile, Weasel has an appointment regarding her getting a tooth implant and that will take a little longer to recover from.

I try not to end sentences in prepositions, but I am not always successful. And I personally think ‘always’ is a word. ‘Alot’ is not though.

I’m going to make mushroom burgers this week and roast veggies with couscous. We’re heading to the shops very soon.

I am very tired. I think it shows. I am also nervous for my pre-op appointment tomorrow and vasculitis on Tuesday. I really don’t want to be having a flare.

Weasel and I have a shiny new ISP! One that costs less than our old one and has faster speed and greater bandwidth! Shiny shiny.

The things I write here are not normally amusing and I think part of that is because I do not interact with people. I don’t like doing it, they piss me off. So I don’t get to describe encounters with mechanics or school teachers or children. I could tell you about the asshole I saw driving along talking on his mobile even thought it has been illegal to do so in this country since 2003. I could tell you about the other asshole I saw walking along in the cycle path on a main road in the opposite direction of traffic simply because his hipster shoes didn’t offer enough grip for him to use the snowy pavement. My four year old Doc Martens did just fine though.

There were many kitty paw prints in the snow. Those were cute and provided a balm for the anger I felt at my fellow humans.

I was walking to therapy and back again. My hands are still fucked so that makes cycling challenging on the best of days, add in the snow/ice and it just wasn’t going to happen. I’m pleased to be home now for the rest of today.

Therapy was good. We talked more about ways to encourage excitement, recording my achievements and enjoyment levels of day-to-day life and how to learn to let people just be different instead of bad or good.

Sign language starts up again tomorrow. I am excited, but I am also concerned about how I’ll do it with my hands all angry. Stupid hands.

I keep misspelling words and using the wrong ones, I’m going to blame my hands and leave it there.

What a week!

Christmas Day was excellent. We had lovely food [curtsey of Chef Stoat]. Wonderful conversation. A lovely walk at dusk. Fun fun fun with Christmas bingo and Christmas Mad Libs. The charities we donated to this year: British Heart Foundation, Médecins Sans Frontières, Cancer Research, CamTAD, Cambridge Rape Crisis Centre and East Anglia’s Children’s Hospices.

The weekend was spent eating too much, moving too little and generally lazing about.

Tuesday I went swimming. My back is absolutely normal now thank goodness. Now I just need my hands to cooperate. Cycling was very difficult.

Hands. Grumble. On the 18th, I woke up and my hands hurt. I normally wake up and they’re asleep [pins and needles]. I know this is because of the peripheral neuropathy caused by the WG, it is fine, I normally just flex my hands and move about and everything is cool. Since the 18th though, my hands have hurt and refused to wake up and fall asleep quicker than usual. I’ve had trouble holding the phone, cutting my food, typing, reading [holding the book is hard] and chopping anything is completely out. I don’t have any other WG symptoms and this show up long after I lowered the steroids to 1mg, so I’m hoping it’ll go away. I see my doctor on 12th January.

There was cleaning on Wednesday and I made chilli. My chilli recipe is literally a list of ingredients, no measurements. Making it brings me much joy. I made cornbread to go with and oh my it is good.

Yesterday Doodle came round after work. We watched: Eddie Izzard: Stripped [to make up for the fact that we forgot to go to our show on the 4th], You and me and everyone we know and The Thing. We ate: Dominos pizza and Oreo Truffles. We drank: pints of Cranberry & Blueberry juice, orange juice and Sprite with a shot of gin. We grew: A Magic Christmas Tree. We played with: tiny glow sticks.

Today was super cool. Weasel turns 30 tomorrow and Mal turns 58 on Sunday. We went over to celebrate everyone today. Weasel asked for pennies so she could get an fantastic custom-made skirt for belly dancing and Weasel, Doodle and I pooled together and got Mal a necklace and earrings set. We played games, chatted and had a wonderful time.

Fergus got an eye patch [like a pirate] from one of the crackers we opened today. I was getting concerned about his eye since he wasn’t interested in taking it off and asked Weasel to have a word with him. When I came back downstairs, they’d moved the patch to his other eye. He has been walking around saying, ‘Arrrrghf’ to everyone. He has also increased his ‘nom’ frequencies, Weasel nearly lost a hand. Dread Pirate Fergus.

I love how everything slows down at this time of year.

I’ve been hanging out watching TV for most of the day. My hands are still grumpy at me. We managed to make another batch of Oreo Truffles for tomorrow. They’re in the fridge hardening now.

At about 17:30, I found myself getting very annoyed about Baby Jesus so decided that was a sure sign that I needed to get out of the house. Weasel went with me and we slipped all over the ice. Good times.

Steam are having their annual holiday sale at the moment. I got 10 games for £36. I love me some seek and find and mystery solving games.

I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned it, but Weasel and I have been playing Suikoden V for the last couple of weeks. Our main character is called My Penis [of course] and he is commanding the Your Mom’s Box Army. They’re headquarters are in the Glory Hole Castle. This amuses us greatly.

My hands are making me make many typos so I’m going to leave it there.

Hope everyone has a lovely Christmas day and enjoys good times with family and friends.

I think I’ve done a pretty good job demonstrating how much my wife means to me over the last 10 days. I appreciate everyone indulging me. Our wedding was ultimately very small. My family couldn’t [or wouldn't] come so it was just us and eight others. Doodle and Stoat missed it too. So I don’t have a lot of mementos from the day, but I do have this [slightly altered]:

Here’s to my wife and at least another 10 years together.