Tree Hugger

You probably didn't know (and don't tell my band), but I am a big fan of trees. My pal Chris at work is the same - likes a good tree. Yesterday Cath and I went out for a 'nice and easy' winter walk around the village of Upottery. Turns out that Cath's reading of 'nice and easy' is not quite the same as mine, and had the weather not been so cold, we would have been ankle deep in mud for a good quarter of the walk. As it was, we were slipping off the tops of frozen muddy ruts forged by the local tractor enthusiasts. It made me a tad grumpy.

Anyway, the point is that we saw this wonderful tree. I have rendered the photo in black and white in a pitiful attempt at 'artiness' (actually it looks much better in black and white than it does in colour). If you look really carefully, you can see the face of Jesus in the branches. Did you realise that you can click on these wee images to see the bigger version?

Only two days now until the operation - good grief, what on earth is that going to be like? I must do my best to get them to administer a nice strong sedative intravenously. One thing you can say for the NHS is that they have some powerful good medicine in their secret cupboards. Getting them to administer it is a whole different ball game mind. This time I intend to lie to them until I am completely comfortable - i.e. stoned right off me tits.

I actually turned down an invitation to a party/jam session at one of the best local musicians gaffs last night - no way I can even think about playing guitar at the moment, so I would have been stood around hammering the red wine and inwardly thinking about how much better I could play than the others (it's just something musos do, we can't help it and are often wrong, but there it is!) Not a great idea.

Today, it is a lot warmer here and my hand seems a bit less painful so:

Current Pain Rating: 9