I have been away for what seems a long time, but I confess that last year was grim to say the least. I went from one chest infection to another, and the last one went on for 8 weeks and ended up with three types of antibiotics before it left. The day I was cleared of it I went for a walk with my wife feeling on top of the world, and as I passed a council lorry on the footpath, I realised that there had been a slight frost and thought no more about it until I hit the ground with a thump. Being stubborn I refused to go to the doctors for two days, by which time I could not sleep on the bed and had to sleep in my armchair. I was then told that I had cracked some ribs, and was put on two types of pain killers. Last week I had a check up and found that I had another chest infection caused by the fact that I could not take deep breaths. Today the chest infect seems to have cleared and my ribs are still sore but bearable, but I was told to put up with it for another four weeks or so. So hopefully I shall be back to as near normal as possible in the near future, which is nice because Christmas was so quiet as I was not able to laugh at anything on TV.