I’m still recovering from todays endo and colonoscopy, they rummaged around quite a bit apparently. It certainly feels like they did and any food I put in is making a quicker than normal journey through. From the still slightly buzzed chat with the surgeon I have an exciting new regimen of drugs to look forward to when I see him in a couple of weeks. So that seems fun.

I decided some pain killers and some good TV were in order. The new Ewan McGregor and Charlie Boorman motorcycle adventure LONG WAY HOME was released today which seemed fortuitous since I had enjoyed the previous ones. Turns out that one of the main things I enjoyed about the show was watching and discussing them with my father. My father was a far more of a rider than I ever was, I only rode because he did.

Now watching just reminds me of trips and adventures that won’t happen, and of time that got away from us both as life threw a few too many curveballs at us. I have also got that feeling of time getting away again as life is springing leaks a little faster than I can patch them at the moment. So I definitely need to get a few wins on the board soon because my motivation is taking a hell of a beating right now.

The farm is currently both my reason to keep going and a constant reminder of lost opportunities. I better get back to work this week, once food stops going through me like a dose of salts through a short grandmother.