December - 2025

I WISH I’D LOOKED AFTER ME FEET”

ode to surgeons!!

My left knee finally gave up the fight After hauling me round day and night. Years of walking and lifting with care, Decades of nursing, And yes—sometimes kneeling (But only for prayer!). I hobbled along for a good few years, Doing my best to hide my tears, And the fear of letting the old knee go— But at 65, I was moving way too slow. Then along came Paul Curtin—a hero in blue— He looked at my knee and said, “We’re through.” Next thing I knew—swift as can be!— He whipped out

ode to a crutch and merry christmas !!!

Spot the crutch!! Week 11, and I think I’ve finally turned a corner… though honestly, I’m sick of hearing myself talk about my own knee. If it had its own Instagram account, I’d unfollow it. We went away on a mini-break to the Causeway Coast, and maybe the rest did me good. Of course, I didn’t actually get a break from my knee — it insisted on coming with me — but there’s something about a change of scenery that feeds the soul (and in my case, feeds everything else too, beca