Playtime
As I get home from hospital I race to my room. The box is calling. My box of fantasy. Action Man needs a mission, but who do I pick? No leg on one so can't climb, no hand on another so can't grip with gripping hands. Carl's eagle eyes no longer see and his trousers don't stay up. We are all broken :-(
Diary entry day 1
Found my fucking list at last. While all those others assholes were planning for what they would do if they won the lottery, I was planning for this. Survival. 1: storage, bags and pouches 2: meds, gotta get all my meds together and when the time is right get to a pharmacy, the big Boots would be best 3: PAINKILLERS, got loads but will stock up on Boots run 4: Comfy rugged boots with spare laces and my arch supports 5: ALL pairs of spare glasses 6: Hunting knife, thank fuck I didn't get rid of it when my wife asked me to.... must try to locate my wife....