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'the end of the road' ;)

 

I translated last night's diary entry for you:

‘Dear Diary. Today was a good flickr day. After breakfast, I posted my picture, Jacob’s Ladder , and sat back, with a coffee and Auny Peggy’s Chocolate Cake, to enjoy some photo-based banter. Many of my flickr friends and contacts called and an enjoyable day of commenting began. A new verb, "to straphaggle" was introduced into the English language, and I also found out about crepuscular rays and the yellow rumped warbler. I saw some outrageously good photographs and listened to some good songs

Later on, I was catching up on Glee with Gwϊon and Siwan, when I realised that my knee was a bit sore for the first time in days. So, on retiring, I decided to take a couple of painkillers to help me sleep. Foolishly, I decided to swallow those painkillers without water, and found myself starting to choke! Not being able to move, I thumped on the bathroom floor, hoping that Rhian would hear me downstairs. Thankfully, she arrived and quickly and expertly applied the ‘Heimlich –thump-on-back-i-don’t-know-what-i’m-doing-Maneuver’. This, along with much spluttering, retching, and gagging allowed those naughty tablets to pop out.

Siwan, who was still awake, rushed into the bathroom to see what was happening. On being told, she looked at me and muttered, ‘Where was your common sense, idiot!’ in a (female) dismissive tone that was way beyond her 9 years, before dissolving into a much more characteristic Siwi-fit-of-giggles.

 

I am glad, Diary, that I have a lovely wife who knows what to do at the right time, that my children have the greatest respect for me and that I have so many lovely Flickr friends.

Nos da, Dyddiadur’

Done