My son and his girlfriend travelled up to Norfolk from Dorset this morning. He’s been very worried about me having the operation, and he’s now anxious to see me to make sure that I’m still the same person I was before, and also that it has had the desired effect. He is really chuffed at the sight of me, virtually tremor free, and definitely the silly bugger that I was before having holes drilled in my skull.
My wife’s family and my mum and brother want to come and see me, so we decide to meet in The Vernon Arms. I arrange with the landlord to serve us some cheesy chips when everyone arrives. I manage to buy a round of drinks this time, and it’s a very jolly evening. I’m on cloud 9, and chatting away to my wife’s brother… My wife came over to us and asked “are you okay?”, “yes,” I replied “but I think I’ve just told your brother that I love him!”. And so I had! Impulsive behaviour coming to the fore again, probably because I was on a bit of a high seeing my son, my mum, my brother etc. – I think the additional stimulation from my device just tipped me over the edge. I also drank far more beer than was (probably) advisable, although not enough to give me a hangover the next morning.