Speaking of that surgery, I'm not sure what guarantee came with my internal plumbing upgrade back then but I'm sure given the age of most other 'customers', I'm well ahead of the average. Some wit at the hospital (probably the surgeon) told me it came with a lifetime guarantee and although you can't disagree with that wording, I did have a slight glitch a few years ago when things got blocked up again resulting in another heart attack but dammed if I could find that warranty. Isn't that always the way ?
Of course after 18 years, most pipework gets a bit corroded again and with my well dodgy diet and lack of any exercise other than an overuse of my tv remote, I know I'm not helping my cause. You'd think after two such warnings, I'd be on my best behaviour but I just can't bring myself to spend hours in the gym and live on lentils and spinach.
So I walk and cycle when the mood takes me and try to only have red meat three a day. It's a compromise and means I'll probably only live to be 105 instead of 110 but that's less years to be soiling myself and dribbling at both ends so I don't see it as a big deal. Anyway, by the I'll be even more senile than now so I'll not even know what planet I'm on.
Don't get me wrong - I do worry about the future. I mean Leeds finishing outside the top 6 does keep me awake at nights but what's a fan to do ! Just worry.
And so every year on this date, I again thank the skilful hands and online degree of Dr. Nair and his team at the BUPA Hospital, Leeds for basically saving my life back in 1993. (Just joking about the online degree before anyone sues me). I also raise my glass of Guinness in a toast to them and use it to wash down my triple bacon sannie and fries.
God bless you all and as they say at the end of the Annual Ozark Mountain People Festival, no more clogging !