Monday 25 December 1989

So the big day was here and a week on from my appendectomy I was feeling much better.

Of course I had only just had relatively complex surgery so I wasn’t firing on all cylinders.

One cylinder was working though, and accordingly I had to go out for a walk on Christmas night in order to… well I think that you catch my drift.  But then I suppose that the fear of people catching my drift was the reason that I went out for a walk in the first place.

Anyway, enough of my graphically trying to avoid being graphic about, let’s not be coy, farting. I was still leaning over to the right in order to avoid stretching my wound site.  There would come a time in the next few days that I would have to bite the bullet and stand up straight.  But not tonight…

So that concludes my diary write ups.  I hope that you have enjoyed reading them and they serve to give you a flavour of the 16, 18 and 19 year old me.  I hope also that they capture a little of what was going on in the wider world at the time.

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.