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| Old Stratford Fete-glorious day |
This week on June 14th, Donald Trump turned eighty. The most powerful octogenarian in the world still packs a mighty punch despite his declining popularity both at home and abroad. I assure you his shenanigans will one day be proven to have enhanced his wealth exponentially through playing the stock markets with his "truth social" announcements of peace deals and ballistics threats. At least his old buddy Elon now has enough money in the coffers since launching SpaceX to buy him a sizable gift. Let's hope Trump's day has been a distraction from wanting to invade another unsuspecting country.
It was also my son's birthday on June 13th. He is much younger than Trump - obviously! I tried to wish him a happy birthday but he was AWOL. Not too sure where he disappeared to but he was uncontactable. At the time of writing he still hasn't responded to my many attempts at calling him. In the old days you could put a plea out to missing persons on the radio. Perhaps I should print out some "missing" posters. Wherever you are, son, I hope you are safe!
I got the results of the MRI on my left foot this Saturday. The MRI told me exactly why my foot hurts. Now my op is imminent. Oddly I am looking forward to this as I know that each day after the op I will be getting better and until that time, my foot just hurts more every day. Having had the right foot done, I know what to expect. I remember my biggest joy was being able to transport a cup of coffee from the kitchen to the sofa last time. It seemed like such a big milestone. It is little joys such as drinking coffee on my sofa that made my realise I was on the mend.
And, having come out of a recent spell of very nasty weather for June, it is summer once more. Even on one leg, tennis is fun when the sun shines.
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