The Roquefort Files

This is yet another brief interlude in the infinite saga of our West Coast road trip. In case you haven’t been following, we went from Seattle to Santa Barbara in about 8 days at the beginning of September, and I’ve taken about three months to write about it so far. At the current ratio of [...]

I spent another five days in hospital. Saturday was the first full day after the op, and I woke up considerably more human than I’d gone to sleep. I was still under the influence of the general and the morphine and whatever else they’d given me to keep the pain and/or consciousness away, but I [...]

I woke up early, around 7 or so, and dragged myself and my IV stand out to the nurses’ station to borrow their phone. I called Ash again to tell her about the operation, and then broke the news to my understandably incredulous Dad. I crept back to bed. The anaesthetist (no name again, I’m [...]

At Accident & Emergency I was wheelchaired into a cubicle and then helped gingerly onto a trolley. The next few hours were pretty hazy: I was dead tired, hungry and thirsty and my arm was only ever a degree away from a whole new world of stabbing pain. An A&E doctor and a succession of [...]

After the inundation incident, I jumped back on my bike and cycled up to the west end to meet up with Ruth. She and I were visiting the dark side of the Forth that night for Bryan’s Mum’s 60th birthday party, and so we headed in her car for the Kincardine Bridge. The traffic was [...]

On Saturday evening, we had a very pleasant meal at the flat, cooked by Neil, Jeff and Devon. (I really, really must return the favour at some point.) Dom was having a party that night, so after stuffing ourselves with food, Josh and I hauled ourselves round to the Outhouse to meet up with Tobias [...]