Cheers Plops.
I feel somekind of update on the state of play might be in order if for no other reason than to refute any drama queen interpretation of earlier posts given that I'm still around.
TBH I should never have survived my first night in hospital. I think the fact that I did is probably down to Tim's round the clock nagging of an apparent corpse.
Above and beyond the pancreatic cancer I arrived there with 4 or 5 lifethreatening infections and they didn't even think I warranted the waste of a blood transfusion.
Anyway, Granny Rayner's genes having kicked in I was delegated a bit more than minimum palliative care and managed to astound all concerned by surviving until the previously mentioned b'day party.
After making that post here I weighed myself on our £sd scales and was a tad disconcerted to discover I had dropped from 15.9 st to 8 st.
Yep ! the leathers might fit again!
Since then life has mainly been concerned with trying to build up that weight again, difficult enough given that the cancer has destroyed almost all food treatment processes, in fact the prognosis is only for a gradual (or sudden) decline. Days, weeks, months is the big question, tho tbh I don't ask it.
My life atm seems to be a round of stuffing all sorts of unhealthy but appetising fodder in my cakeole and then hitting the bog withing 5 mins. This being the location I seem to spend a large part of my life atm I'm currently pondering web access from there. Standby for an outbreak of toilet humour? I currently have just 2 desktop pooters in the office.
Anyway, your humbling treatment of the bar forum and other posts on here deserved some sort of explanation and I yet again thank you all.
Right, back to this raspberry trifle!

In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular.