What can I say about the fact that one year finished and another year started. Except that I am one year older.
Fifty-three. Oh well, that is okay. It is what it is.
I had a nice Christmas Eve dinner with K and S, my brother, his gang and my niece. On Christmas day, however, I was woken up by a really, really awful headache. It was about 5.30am in the morning. I felt ill. As I lay in bed willing it to go away I knew it was one of those aches that would be around for a while. Eventually I stumbled out of bed and took two painkillers. A total waste of time by the way as they were not strong enough. By the time I went back to bed I was feeling very sorry for myself and the pain had only increased. Despite that I fell back asleep and a few hours later awoke feeling even worse. It was just a migraine, a really unpleasant migraine that made the day null and void.