Bad Motor Scooter

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Yes, I was down at Montrose yesterday afternoon, playing for Banchory Seniors. It was a lovely day and I felt fine - apart from the fact that it took forever.

I did a few hours in the office, then went over to our lawyers to sign a document about our change of bankers, but I was still down at Royal Montrose GC not long after 11 am. I was one of the first there, so grabbed a cuppa and a sausage buttie and then got ready for the noon start.

The bad news was that I was in the last group, which meant it was almost 1:30 pm by the time we teed off - the wait seemed interminable, but it was nothing compared to the wait on the golf course - it took nearly 5 hours to play the round. It was bad for us, but I also felt for the young pair behind us - imagine having to play behind a group of 40 Seniors!

Of course, by the time I got home, Jo had taken Luca back to Inverurie, so I never saw him either.

Today is the next attempt to play the Seniors Club championship at Banchory - it's nice just now, but there are some forecast localised lightning storms - hope we don't get rained off again.

What else is new? Well, we've finally ordered a TV table for our back room - plus a new "kangaroo" bed which Cade and Braeden will use when they come over in October. Incidentally - 10 years old yesterday - how did that happen? Look at this tiny mite a decade ago:


I've also now started to look in to the possibility of going Down Under in January - and Oregon in August. We'll see what we can get, but I think the prospect of a round the world trip is now officially off the agenda - at least for the time being.

So, Gary has finally got his best man - still waiting for him to officially blog it, so I won't steal his thunder. There were some plans to go to McCall's for the kilt hire this weekend, but it looks like it might be next week now. Carole's in the throes of sending out the invitations, so it's all starting to move along nicely now.

I've now changed the scheduled date for my knee operations - it's going to be Friday 1st October, which should allow me sufficient time to recover in time for the wedding.

Brother Love's Travelling Salvation Show

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Not exactly the Hot August Night that Neil Diamond sang about nearly 40 years ago - in fact, it almost feels autumnal today - it looks a bit dark and gloomy outside. Mind you, the evening is marching on - Jo has been on the phone to Lucy for the last couple of hours, so I guess tea's going to be late tonight. Gary might be popping in - hope he's not hungry.


Speaking of Neil Diamond reminds me of our holiday in Branson, Missouri several years ago. It was billed as America's entertainment capital, but, just before we went, we met John and Jane Taylor who had been the year before - they warned us we were far too young to be going there - and they were right. Poor Kelly - she was with us and must have wondered what she had come to - we certainly did.


I remember we went to see the Platters - well, one of the franchises going by that name anyway - and everyone stood up and sang - and saluted - the Stars and Stripes before the show. We felt like spies or traitors, not knowing the words.


Our next show was a Neil Diamond tribute act - how awful it was. What possessed me to go and see this show I'll never know - I don't even like Neil Diamond! Perhaps it was a bit of Hobson's Choice.


Another holiday memory was the first time we went to USA just after Lucy went over - the late 90's it would be. Lucy was due to get a job in Oklahoma so we booked a holiday in nearby Arkansas. Of course, that job never happened and Lucy ended up in Redding, California - half a continent away, but we were committed to Arkansas by this time, so off we went.


Once we got over the cultural shock of holidaying in the Bible Belt - the county we were in was a dry one and there was a church every hundred yards or so, it seemed - all in the middle of nowhere - we actually had a good time and have fond memories of that holiday. Ross must have been there, but not sure if Kelly was or not?


One day we went to the local Ozark Folk Center. It all came back to me this weekend when I was watching re-runs of Tony Palmer's series from the 70's on popular music - All You Need is Love. Each week, a different strand of music is featured and I was watching this one on country music and thought I recognised something - yes, it was the Ozark Folk Center. That was the place where I was hauled up on stage and asked to dance with one of the singers - how embarrassing. Here's a short extract from the film, showing the Center:

I started writing this entry last night, but never managed to upload the video at home, so I just decided to finish it off in the office this morning.

Gary did make it over last night and we are getting some progress on the wedding plans - no doubt Gary will reveal all in his blog today.

Well, it's now Tuesday morning and I'm feeling fine so I've decided I can allow myself to go and play golf for the Banchory Seniors at Montrose today. Jo's made me promise to stop if I feel too tired - and I will.

Have a good day.

Keeps me searching for a ***** ** **** and I'm getting old

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Not exactly a Heart of Gold, but at least no major problems uncovered when I had my angiogram on Friday - although I will now be going on to statins to help reduce my cholesterol level - to add to the beta blockers I started last week.

Both are still fairly low dose levels and are largely preventative - as much to minimise potential future problems as to cure current issues.

Lucy asked me to describe my day and the experience on Friday, so here goes:

Jo and I got to ARI in good time - before the scheduled 8am arrival. Ward 41 is a small 2 room unit for private patients and we got excellent treatment - 3 nurses looking after me - there was nobody in the other room. A short questionnaire, then the first of many blood pressure checks, followed by blood samples taken and then an ECG.

It was then just a waiting game - obviously any emergencies got priority in the theatre - so we just sat and read the paper and our books until I was told to put my gown on just after 11am to get ready for a call from the theatre - oh, and by the way, here's a razor - use it!

It's a long haul from Ward 41 down to the new cardiac theatre but I was down there for all the identity etc checks well before noon, and I saw my doctor for the first time - I had to sign a consent form. Because of the invasive nature of the procedure, there's apparently about a 0.1% risk that things can go wrong and the procedure itself can cause cardiac arrest or stroke.

Finally in to theatre for all the pre-ops. It's very high tech and there's lots of prep work. I was horizontal by this time and couldn't see exactly what was going on but they must have applied a local anaesthetic before my doctor came in and inserted the tube - not sure who made the aperture to the main artery in the groin.

I had been warned to expect a feeling like a hot flush, but this never happened. In fact, it was all over before I realised it. There's a bank of 6 screens to my left that the surgeon is watching but I couldn't see them all the time as the overhead x-ray camera is remotely controlled and is about the size of a TV screen itself, so it was often blocking the screens out for me.

The good thing about the procedure is that you get the answers there and then - you don't have to wait. Dr. Broadhurst told me everything was OK - no blockages - just a couple of minor warps in the vessels, which were, he thought, merely symptoms of age. Ideally, all the surfaces should be completely smooth, but he said there was absolutely no cause for concern. He did suggest, however, that I should now start on statins to keep my cholesterol level down and try to avoid or minimise any future problems.

So, I was then wheeled back to my room but had to remain horizontal for a while. It was now over 16 hours since I'd last eaten and I was starving, but I had to wait almost another hour before they gradually raised the back of my bed sufficiently for me to eat something. It was only hospital fish and chips, but, frankly, I'd have eaten a wean's scabby heid.

I was then given a card I have to carry in my wallet for the next 90 days - in case I'm involved in a car accident, say, and the plug in my groin comes out and the artery opens.

We had to wait another couple of hours before I was allowed to get up, go to the loo then get dressed, but we still managed to get home well before 4:30 pm.

I took it easy, as advised, but, apart from a bit of tenderness in the groin area, felt OK. Jo turned to me after tea and said "I'll give you a lift to the pub and back, if you like - I assume you are meeting your pals as usual?" I hadn't even thought about it - I'd been told I would have to lay up for several days. I gave it a bit of thought and then said OK - I'll go down for a little while then. The subliminal message was, I think, that Jo wanted me out to get the big TV to herself. Ross ran me down at 9pm and I got a lift back from Jayne Williamson at 10pm, so it was short and sweet.

On Saturday, I awoke and had a quick look at the groin area - I'd been told that it would feel like I'd been kicked by a horse and would be covered in bruising. - but there was nothing. I showered - no baths allowed - and removed the dressing to reveal the dispersible plug blocking the hole to my artery. Everything seemed fine, but we put a new dressing on anyway.

The rest of the day was just lazing around with the papers and the TV. Gary came over just before lunch to take Jo in to town to do some wedding essentials - cake, ring etc. - so I had the place to myself. Golf and cricket on TV are ideal soporific aids when you're supposed to be recuperating.

We decided to go for a bar supper to the Tor-na-Coille hotel and asked Colin to join us - he was on his own and had been travelling up and down to Ninewells Hospital, Dundee since Wednesday. Johanne had picked up an infection which had exposed the transmitting unit in her breastbone for her Parkinson's, and she was getting the unit moved on Monday. We had a nice meal again and it's good that they seem to be getting the place back to a decent standard.

So, here I am blogging again. It's Sunday morning - still no sign of bruising, and other than a little nausea and tiredness, no apparent after-effects from the procedure, so I plan to go back to work tomorrow after all - but perhaps not all day.

Wishing I Was Lucky

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Yes - it looked like being Wet, Wet, Wet again yesterday, which would have been the 3rd Wednesday in a row that our midweek golf had been postponed. In the end, however, it turned out to be a rather pleasant evening - the heavy showers we had seen in Aberdeen earlier on were very localised and Banchory seemed to escape.

I had arrived home still feeling a bit under the weather and Jo wasn't keen on me going out to play golf, but I did - and it went very well - my best round of the season - and I felt a lot better after having done it. Win-win, as they say.

I was up early this morning and actually at my desk in Fraserburgh - 55 miles away - not long after 7:30 am. I had a lot to do this morning and was supposed to be heading back down to Aberdeen this afternoon for a meeting with our lawyers to sign off the final papers to change our main bankers - but - surprise, surprise - there's been a last minute glitch, so I've now apparently got a bit more time. I may just head home - perhaps I'll do as Gary suggested and pop in and see Carole and Luca on the way back.

Am I apprehensive about my angiogram tomorrow? I guess I am. I've done as instructed and cancelled plans for the weekend's activities, but I hope I'm OK from about Monday or Tuesday.

Haven't had any dates yet for the knee ops - the letters are overdue now. Might need to chase them up.

I think I'll finish with a bit of politics - probably because I've just been listening to the news. Our new P.M. has certainly been talking fairly bluntly on his world travels. His comments about Gaza last week and Pakistan yesterday are not the normal political rhetoric and seem to have caused a bit of a stir in Israel and Pakistan. I find it refreshing, however, that a political leader can state his views in a clear, concise way that is easily understood. I do hope it continues and he doesn't come under pressure to resort to political jargon.

Judging by the comments coming from Holyrood as well, it looks like my bus pass may become one of the first of a number of cuts in public spending. Oh well - I always thought it was a bit generous to offer this to all over 60, with no means testing and no contribution to the pass. Worse things happen at sea.

Well, I woke up this morning ...

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... and that was a good start. Yes, another day alive in the world - day number 22,224 to be exact. I could give you lots of other stats - but I certainly won't be telling you how many days to Christmas - I actually heard this mentioned on the radio yesterday, would you believe.

Much more important is the fact that it's only 94 days until the wedding of the year - and we still don't know where to go to get measured for our kilts etc - are you listening, Gary?

I'm in Fraserburgh today and I'm picking up Luca on the way back this afternoon. Jo's got the hairdressers this morning then she's planning a walk with Anne.

Our canning factory opened again yesterday after its annual 3 week summer shutdown, so things should get a bit busier again from now on - but there's still a lot of folk away on holiday, so it's not going be hectic for a while yet.

The business has been trying to change main bankers - but what a palaver it's been - dealing with 3 sets of lawyers - well two and a half actually - the outgoing bank (Bank of Scotland) are using the same legal firm as the incoming bank (Clydesdale) - but they have to maintain their professional integrity - Chinese walls - so there's no advantage to us. Don't start me - this has been rumbling on for weeks and seems no nearer to conclusion than it did a month ago. Cynicism and age go hand in hand - somebody's making money out of all this, but it's not us.

That's all for today folks.

MmmBop

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Yes - the Hansons have gone home now. Just as Jo was heading off to drive Mary back to the station on Friday, who should pull in to Arbor Court but Brian! He and I headed off to golf at Alford then had a few beers in the Douglas on Friday night. This is what he looks like after several beers:


Then it was Saturday morning and off we headed to golf at Banchory. It was another nice day and it was an invitational team event - the last time I'd had the chance to play in it (as we're usually in USA when it's on) was in 2004, when we won it. Not this time, however - we were rubbish.

Gary joined us on the balcony at the golf club for a beer - he left a very uptight Luca with Granny Jo. So what does Brian do when we get back home then? Why, wind Luca up even more, that's what!

On Saturday night, Jo, Brian, Ross and I went back to the Tor-na-Coille hotel for a bar supper - and very good it was too. We considered tea/beer on the lawn first, but decided it was a little late for that:


Brian and Jo were in talkative mood when we got home:

No - that's not a ghost on the left - just my foot caught in the flash.

Brian initially considered joining Jo at church on Sunday morning, but eventually decided this would mean he was too late getting back home. I had decided not to play golf - I felt too tired and a bit under the weather, so I gave it a miss - I'd played Thursday, Friday and Saturday after all - so it was vegetate day - Sunday Times and the TV. I must have dropped off and woken up again about a dozen times in the afternoon.

Lucy phoned at night - and managed to spook me a bit about the effects of my angiogram this coming Friday - both during and after. Hope it's not as bad as she says it might be.

So that's my blog diary up to date again - clear conscience again.

I went down to the **********, fell down on my knees

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Won't be doing much falling down on knees and praying now - the surgeon had a look at both legs last night - physically and the x-rays - and we've agreed he's going to do a "scrape and polish" job on both knees - at the same time!

It's a day job at the Albyn, but it is under general anaesthetic and I'm told that I should take a week off work and the recovery period thereafter is a couple of weeks. Need to plan this carefully - don't want to miss what's rest of the golf season, including:

• Football group outing to Alford tomorrow
• Men's Invitational event at Banchory on Saturday

I'd already stalled my angiogram by one week to play in the above two events with brother-in-law Brian - it was all arranged ages ago and I didn't want to let him down at the last moment. So, I'm now going to miss my WHW training walk next weekend instead. Choices, choices.

But after that - they probably won't be able to do the knee ops until about September anyway - I have to make sure I avoid:

• 13/14/15 August - Edinburgh Fringe
• 27 August - St Andrews Eden course outing
• 29 August - Lochnagar (possibly)
• 5/6 September - Boat of Garten
• 16-19 September - West Highland Way

Then, at the other end, there's the wedding of the year on 30th October - so probably late September would be best?

The x-rays clearly showed me how bent and mis-shapen my old injured right knee now is - but the rest of you have noticed that for a while, I guess - and the surgeon said it would probably have to go some time, but best to hold on to it for as long as possible.

So there you go - that's today's medical bulletin over. Not much else to say now.

. ...'. .... .... ......', no sir, no dancin' today

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No - not the Scissors Sisters, but the Sowerby sisters are in town. I picked up Mary at the station yesterday - spot the familiar Sowerby look, straight from the home of the terminally bewildered:

We made it back to Banchory without incident - or Mary puking in my car - and got there before Jo and Luca got back from Nursery. It was such a lovely day - 23 degrees C - and the girls sat out the back with Luca running around, looking for slugs and snails as usual:



Luca was understandly a bit shy with Mary at first, but soon they were new best friends and were exploring the garden and playing hide and seek together:

Check out the video on the blog:

Apart from that, I've got my appointment with the tree - sorry, knee - surgeon tonight, and my appointment for my angiogram also came through last night - it's next Friday, 30th July. He did offer me this Friday, but it was all a bit too soon for me, and, besides, Brian is coming up this weekend for some golf.

Jo will drive me to Ward 41 ARI, but I get kept in for several hours after the procedure, and I've been advised there'll be some bruising and soreness and I should take a few days off work afterwards - but it's the weekend - and I'd planned golf on Saturday and hill-walking on Sunday! Guess I'm gonna miss out on them.

Those were the best days of my life, back in the ...... .. ..

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I do remember the moon landing 41 years ago yesterday, back in the Summer of 69 - I was in a caravan in Paignton with pals Colin McKay, Johnny Duncan and Roddy MacLeod and we had a small black and white TV and we all tried to stay awake to see Neil Armstrong step down, but we were horizontal and our eyes kept closing. When it did eventually happen - it must have been about 3 or 4 in the morning, UK time - a quiet cheer went up and the TV went off. I was 20 years old.

But, of course, it wasn't really the best years of my life - that's just the song lyrics - why, I hadn't even met Jo yet - that didn't happen until 8 months later in April, 1970. It was the usual Saturday night dance at the QM Union hall, Glasgow University - and Marsha Hunt (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marsha_Hunt_(singer_and_novelist)) was playing.

There - that's today's nostalgia over.

I forgot to say we had our first Blu-Ray experience on Saturday night. Ross had bought us the player over a year ago, but, until now, we'd always just watched standard DVD's, but I ordered the new release of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo - the first in the Millennium series of books I read - we had missed the film's release in the UK as we were about to head off to USA on holiday, and it wasn't showing in Grants Pass when we got there - so this was us catching up.

The experience of Blu-Ray was OK - but not stunning - a bit like the first time I watched HD TV. I love HD now - especially for sport - so perhaps I'll get used to Blu-Ray as well. Anyway. I enjoyed the film, but Jo got a bit shirty because it wasn't exactly the same as the book. The second film is due out in a few weeks' time and Jo hasn't read that book, so perhaps we'll go and watch it and I'll be able to listen/read (it's in Swedish with subtitles) in peace this time!

Incidentally, Jo doesn't care whether it's HD, Blu-Ray or whatever - she claims her eyesight is so poor that she can't see the difference anyway.

So, I'm heading off to pick up Mary at the station shortly. Jo is picking up Luca a bit earlier and she's hoping to time her arrival back home to coincide with us. I'm under strict instructions - Mary doesn't travel well, so I've got to be careful how I drive!

.... ....... .. ... ......-.......?, who had love that's etc

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Well, I saw the cardiologist again this morning and spent a fair bit of time with him - ECG's, BP tests, scans and finally a stress ECG. He confirmed the Atrium is a little enlarged but says my heart is working OK.

I told him my concerns about my heart rate rising so rapidly when put under any prolonged stress and the breathlessness that followed, and this was demonstrated on the stress ECG - I managed just the 4 stages (each 3 minutes long), with my heart rate as high as 250 on the last one, which wasn't even running - just very fast walking, albeit up a gradient.

He has again dismissed the possibility of ablation (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ablation) - the operation that Tony Blair had a few years ago in the middle of his premiership. He didn't think this was suitable for longer term Atrial Fibrillation patients like me, and even cast doubt on the longer term benefits of the procedure anyway - plus the fact that it causes scarring on the heart.

Dr. Broadhurst did suggest two things, however:

1. Beta blockers http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beta_blockers)
2. Angiogram (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angiogram)

He suggested starting with a low dose of Bisoprolol (I think) - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bisoprolol.

He did say the Angiogram did carry a slight risk, but this would at least eliminate (or otherwise) the possibility of any other hidden cardiac issues. These procedures are not performed at Albyn, but at ARI, Foresterhill - normally on a Friday. It's a one day procedure but they keep you in for 4 or 5 hours afterwards, and then suggest a 3-4 days off work. Apparently, there's some bruising round the groin area, where the tube is inserted. Next available date will probably be in a month or so - he'll phone me later.

There, that's all the grisly details. Why did I put this in my blog? Well, partly so that I don't forget it - I thought I'd better write it down while I still remembered it. Also, would appreciate any words from the wise - particularly the medically trained in our family.

So, what did I do after this? Why, go to the gym, that's what. It was nearly lunchtime and there was nothing to eat in the office anyway, and I was passing Bannatyne's, so I popped in and did a few of the weights machines, plus a short - very short - swim, then steam room, jacuzzi and a relatively healthy lunch of tuna mayo baked potato with salad, washed down by fresh orange juice, straight from the squeezer. Aren't you proud of me? Might have to compensate with a pint or two now!

it was a gas, soon turned out had a ..... .. ....

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Yes, it's hospital week for me - this morning the cardiologist, then the knee man on Wednesday. So here I am, sitting at home, whiling away the time before I head for Albyn.

What's been happening? Not much - had a short week at work last week - Monday returning from Slaley Hall and Friday at the Open. Things are pretty quiet at work - too many people off work just now - and it's our canning factory's annual summer shutdown.

Golf on Thursday, Saturday and Sunday, plus walking the Old Course on Friday, means I've had plenty of walking recently. I've got a little app on my Blackberry which measures distance walked, altitude, calories burned etc. Playing at Banchory is just short of 3.5 miles, but the courses down at Slaley Hall were nearer 5 miles - the Old Course at St Andrews must have been similar, particularly as you have to walk right round it - you're not allowed through the ropes, apart from the official crossing points. These are relatively short distances when you're only walking, but golf is waiting and hitting as well and generally means 4 hours or more out in the open on your feet.

St Andrews is a magical place - and it was the first time I've watched the Open on UK TV for over a decade. Normally, I'm up at the crack of dawn in Oregon, beating the boys to the TV to watch it.

This week is the week of the Hansons - I'm picking up Mary at the station tomorrow, and when she leaves on Friday, Brian arrives for a weekend's golf.

Saw Lucy's photos on Facebook and her blog - memories of getting battered around on the water, with Scott driving the boat. Oh - and Gary - time to remove the old poll from your blog?

Have a good one, y'all.

***'* ** ******** when she's gone

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Certainly ain't no sunshine today - golf cancelled tonight so here I am at home, blogging again, with Corrie as background.

Had a nice weekend at Slaley Hall - check some of my other blogs. Going to be a short week as well as I'm going to St Andrews to see the Open on Friday - corporate hospitality too! Hope the weather's not too foul.

It feels a bit odd still being in Scotland at this time - normally we'd be off to USA about now.

Barry and Helen were down south and popped in to Corby, where we lived from 1952 to 1959 - strange to see the photos of the place and try to bring back some of the memories.

Well, the World Cup's over - and the tennis too - and suddenly you realise how crap the telly is - especially when it's wet and dark, like tonight.

Have we progressed our plans for 2011 holidays yet? - not really. Currently, I favour January in Oz and August in Oregon, but that could all change tomorrow - and, of course, it could depend on availability of accommodation and flights.

Oh - and I got my appointment through to go and see the knee specialist - next Wednesday evening.

. .... ... ....... but I didn't shoot no deputy

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They still haven't caught the mad gunman - come on, hurry up, cops! I'm heading to Northumbria first thing in the morning - don't want to witness the OK Corral all over again.

It's still dry here in the north east, but, according to the forecasts, we're due to get the rain they've had in the west the last couple of days very soon. I've been watching the golf from Loch Lomond and it looks pretty miserable.

Well, I saw my GP this morning and he is arranging to refer me to a specialist at Albyn. He had a good examination of both knees and I told him about my family history and the genetic effect. He did not think it would be a good idea to get new knees - a la Dawn - the next step is the arthroscope.

That's about it for today - going to have a few beers tonight with the usual Friday night crew - at the Tor-na-Coille! We operate a rota on Fridays and now that the T-n-C has got beer back in, we've decided to try it out. I wonder how it'll be?

... ..., where you going with that gun in your hand?

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Getting worried - I'm heading to Northumbria for a golfing weekend on Saturday - and there's a mad gunman on the loose there! The police can't find him and he says he's not going to get caught alive, and now he's said that it's not just the police that are potential targets/victims now - it's the general public too!

That aside, not a lot happening at home or work just now - in fact, it's pretty boring - everyone's away on holiday and there's not much to do - our busy period is over. Normally Jo and I would be preparing ourselves to fly over to USA next week, but we've had our big holiday this year already. It still feels like a bit of a void, however - we may revert to the norm next year. Just as well the weather's been good, or we'd really be kicking ourselves.

It was a lovely evening for golf last night and I managed to get round the course with hardly any pain in my left knee. It's always the way, isn't it? I'm going to see the Doctor about it tomorrow (it takes about 3 weeks to get an appointment) and now the pain has almost gone. Or is it psychosomatic?

I did a short session at Bannatyne's at lunchtime today - first time for a while - and I struggled. Still, I'm not going to push myself at least until I've seen the cardiologist a week on Monday. I put it down to the diet by association that Ross and I are on - I'm sure my strength is going. I'm getting used to it however - I even enjoy baked potato and tuna nowadays - never thought I'd say that. Jo's pretty good with us too - although we eat the same main courses, Ross and I often get a wee treat afterwards!

OK, that's me done now - more tomorrow. What, you want a photograph? Go check my golf blog, but, for now, here's the poster for the concert Jo and I are going to see at the Royal Albert Hall in November: