I'm back from the hospital where they've spent the last hour cutting my back up! It was really very strange to feel blood pouring down your back but not the surgeon actually cutting you. I could feel him prodding and poking but felt no pain. I find that very strange...

But yeah, that's the magic of modern drugs. The magic which has slowly faded and is leaving me with a very, very sore back! I'm chewing co-codamol tablets like they're sweets and I'm not allowed any beer! :frown: Beer is the best painkiller, too. No other painkiller kills physical and emotional pain at the same time!

So, I'm moving back up north pretty soon. My ex wife has agreed to let me take over the house and finally start paying the mortgage. She's been living there for 10 months without paying anything for it! I paid the first 3 months payments but then I had to get my own house and couldn't afford to pay for both. I'll be moving back before the 3rd July.

And yes, my blog is slowly becoming one of those online diary things. I need to stop that but it's kinda therapuetic telling strangers pretty personal shit about your life. Why is that? Maybe it's the hospital drugs talking!