Man of Constant Sorrow
I spent last weekend in Wrocklaw in Poland's Silesia. Minus fifteen they reckoned it was. Didn't feel it though as the sun shone on the frozen streets and Polish beer and vodka swished around our innards.It was stag weekend for one of Eldest and Youngest's oldest mates and it did me good to be away from responsibilty of hospital visits, cheering my mother up and all the other thankless tasks associated with long term hospitalisation.
Yes my Dad's still in. he's making miniscule progress though so I guess it's not all bad news. He'll need care morning and evening if he ever makes it home. No doubt about that. No doubt at all.
Consequently I am fucking depressed and, third year anniversary or not, disinclined to stick inadequate bits of verbal bollocks up here for the Blogosphere to snigger at.
Maybe in a Month or two. Sayonara!
