I managed on Thursday to re-acquaint myself with my pre-stroke arch-nemesis, I'm talking of course about the hangover which I managed to acquire courtesy of a few too many glasses of red wine at the Trust Christmas drinks at the Album bar in Chelsea on Thursday. The evening for me was beautifully summed by a couple of emails I got on friday morning:
Thanks for having your drinks tonight.
'If it wasn't for you and everyone getting together to see you I wouldn't see so many of the old friends I saw tonight. I had a fantastic time.
Sorry we didn't get longer to talk but I hope you enjoyed it - it was terrific.
Hope you had a good night.
It was certainly very well attended.
Great to see you (as ever).
I am nursing a monstrous hangover this morning – no idea how I managed to cycle in….
Similar sentiments, expressed differently, both made me smile! I feel just a bit lucky today because I have such special friends and family, it may be impossible to really get properly involved but it's times like these since my stroke that make me happy, and not much breaks through the clouds these days. It was so good to see everyone particularly some old college mates that I just don't get to see these days. In particular, A man who one would have thought I'd have got to know very well at college, Andrew Forrest (On the right with Rich Rous in the middle(clearly allowing the Barnet to grow and Roger Evers, a gent who often has taken the time to come and see me since my stroke) Back to Forrie, he wasn't a student, he was junior Dean of Exeter College, in charge of college discipline and dishing out fines and unbelievably we ascertained last night that not once did he fine me, you decide: Was I a goody goody or master criminal? We couldn't quite believe it?! He's now a teacher, thanks go to James Renshaw for finding him. Other college friends were my best mate Tony, with lovely girlfriend Kate, Matt and lovely wife Martha,
If you're reading this, firstly, thankyou for not chucking it straight
in the bin and for coming to one of the most beneficial events there
is for my tortured mind. It will be difficult for me for the rest of
my life and events like this make things a little easier much like the
Trust has made my life easier. The NHS would have given me one session
of physiotherapy a month, instead thanks to the trust I do 6 a week.
It feels like hard forced labour all the time but I do it because I
owe you, my friends and family and myself to recover as well as I can
so I can stop being such a miserable bastard and feel normal again! I
might even drink to that! I live to see people and try to stay busy.
Seeing people at home is my favourite thing (apart from Sleeping of
course) and restores my faith in humanity which is sometimes
lacking. Life has often been unbearable since my stroke but it is the
kindness of friends, family and even strangers that has kept my head
above water. Even if I find Christmas pretty hard these days because
Christmas Day 2009 will mark four years since my near death, but this
shouldn't make Christmas a write-off to anyone else. I hope I was able
to talk to everyone this year, see you next year and thankyou. Bah,
Moving on I often pinch myself at the number of gorgeous ladies that come to this, I am lucky to have met so many down the years, most recently there's Rachel (right) and Suze