Rocket Lady

On Sunday, a young lad on the rugby field kneed Horatio in the head. Got him a beauty. Rugby at this age is not so fun anymore. We spent the night at the hospital, watching for signs of concussion.

I had concussion once. I was riding my pony along the road when it reared up and toppled over backwards. My head connected with the road. A few hours later I woke up, had a big spew and made my way home, noticing that my pony had found her way home on her own, Mum gave me a couple of panadol and I went to nigh nighs for an eternity.

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Any, as part of his head knock story, we had to have a followup clearance from our GP. We waited in the waiting room when I noticed the adjoining clinic, see above.

When did I get old? On paper I am 47. In my head I am 21, but according to this Physiotherapist, I have one foot in the Grave!

OFFENDED MUCH?

When I was younger, it was always a thrill to tick the next age bracket box, but I am over that now.

WELL INTO THEIR YEARS? Jesus Christ, should I start searching for a plot yet?

However, I will not require a plot for I have other plans to enter the afterlife. I have told my family, and now I am telling you so you must make sure my wishes are respected.

I am not interested in having a funeral. Dreadful events. I want to be shipped off to Howard and Sons Pyrotechnics who now offer a service to turn you into a firework. Hopefully, I will have some preparation time and will get permission from Gladys to have a social distancing gathering at Balmoral Beach where there will be free-flowing Piper Champagne and an assortment of dumplings. Elton John will be there and as they light my wick, he will burst into song.

She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine AM
And I’m gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much I miss my man
It’s lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight and I think it’s gonna be a long long time
‘Till touch down brings me round again to find
I’m not the chick they think I am at home
Oh no no no I’m a rocket lady
Rocket woman burning out her fuse up here alone

I have spent too much time in my head this year.

As you were xxx