The Longest Bout Of Man Flu Ever.

So back in mid November,  I wrote a post about having a long overdue week off work only to be hit by the same bug that was affecting my kids.

Normally, most of us go through some kind of heavy cold or even the Flu at the start of Winter, apparently it’s the body’s way of preparing for the long winter months ahead,  so I expect to feel like shit for a few days but it then goes away and will sometimes come back at the start of  Spring for another round. But his year it’s been totally different.

Since back in November, this bloody bug has stayed in this house seemingly fading and then coming back and making you feel awful again. All four of us in our house have been affected by this thing, indeed my little girl has really suffered with her ears and today I had to take her to out of hours Doctors where a burst eardrum was diagnosed. She has been given anti-biotics to fight the infection and the Doctor said he was very surprised that she hadn’t been seen by a professional before today. Apparently a burst eardrum comes after the infection has built up and then has nowhere else to go but through that thin membrane. She had shown no obvious signs of pain until yesterday and when we saw the discharge on her hot water bottle this morning, we decided to take her in.

So, we’re all suffering and I wrote this post to see if this is common this year. Five bloody weeks I’ve felt like crap and the family also. I have never experienced something like this and I could get some sort of consolation if others were going through this and that it wasn’t down to my house being a bug infested mess.

So come on guys, try to make me feel better whilst I go and prepare another Beechams.


The Importance Of Close Friends

I don’t get to go out on the town with the lads these days as much as I should. Our collective bunch of guys have known each other for over fifteen years with a few of us going back twenty. Back in those halcyon days things were less complicated, no mortgages to worry about and no family to sap our very limited incomes. We had just about finished college and it was our mission to go out into the streets of Brighton and drink, dance and chat up the girls (with varying results). Partying most days of the week was not a problem back then and we always promised that we would stay in touch and keep up our social lives as much as we could.

But that was many moons ago and we have all grown up and had families, now we have responsibilities. Mortgages, council tax,  never-ending fuel price rises and exorbitant food costs now take up our hard earned cash leaving very little disposable income, and even if we could afford to hit the town every week I just don’t have the longevity or passion for such punishment. How many of us family men look forward to just chilling out at home at the weekend with a couple of tinnies and a good movie? When I hear my work colleagues planning their weekend, I just smile inwardly, reminisce for awhile and then look forward to settling in like an old boy complete with slippers. So when the opportunity comes around for a vintage boys night out with the old crew I always look forward to it, and that’s exactly what happened last night. For weeks I have been communicating to and fro with my buddies via Facebook and Email to get us all out together before Christmas and it was a pretty good turn out.

So we all meet up at our first port of call, no doubt noticing how we have all put on a couple of pounds (except the Ramdog), gained a few wrinkles (even the Ramdog) and lost a little more hair (no comment) except for me who went out with a freshly shaved Slaphead, and straight away we slipped back to our old comfortable ways as if we were a regular Friday night crew. But instead of chatting up the poor unsuspecting young ladies (that’s what I call them these days) our conversations were about our children, outgoings, the current economic crisis, and talking about the “good old days”.

Then at around 11pm, myself and my longest serving mate decided that we had had enough and, happily sozzled, we said our goodbyes (you know the routine, big bear hugs and lots of man love and promises of getting out more) and walked over Shoreham footbridge gassing on about how we’d had such a great time, we waited ten minutes for a Taxi in the freezing cold and I got home around midnight, just a little drunk and having a bloody good night out.

So I guess I’m writing this post to say how luck I am. I spent my formative years with this fantastic group of  friends and they are all so very dear to me, and even though we don’t see each other as often as we should, when we do its just like old times and I cherish every night out. So if any of these chaps ever read this post, I bloody love you all and thanks for a superb night out.