It’s been a six day silence on here.

Time sure flies by when you are knackered.

Since the last post that seems so much longer than six days ago I’ve been increasingly more tired.

So tired I’ve found myself “snoozing” in the afternoons once I get home from work.

But more worrying is yesterday my legs started to feel like they did a few weeks ago when I had the chest infection when they decided they were not going to work properly.

Luckily I managed to manage my legs at work so although they felt weak and not able to rush around, they didn’t decline any more.

It got me thinking what is my body reacting to again that it’s hitting my legs once more?

Is my tiredness linked to this struggle going on in my body?

I think if there is no improvement in a day or two a trip to the doc might be in order.

That will be a second visit in the space of a month. Unheard of! Before the last visit they hadn’t seen me for years.

The little monsters have had the odd flea. So it was off to the vet to get the good stuff to remove them. The vet weighed them. Dolly was 10 kilos! How is she as heavy as my base weight for doing the TGOC? I agreed with the vet she needs a diet. I’m not over feeding her. But mum needs to cut down on treats. In our defence Dolly hasn’t grown in size since having her. Her future is less food, longer walks (legs permitting).

I have been gaming. Played one or two new games. But that will be the subject of another post.

I had hoped to write this post a couple days ago. However I’ve been shattered and trying to “recover”.

So last Saturday I drove the four hours plus from Wisbech on the eastern side of the UK to Blackpool on the north western side of the country.

I’ve never been to Blackpool in my fifty seven years on this earth.

I’d seen the signs for Blackpool as I drove up the motorway towards the Lakes or Scotland.

But until now I’ve never had a reason to turn off.

After parking my car in the multi-storey car park I had a little walk to find my hotel.

The hotel was on the corner of the road and was basically a converted three storey house. Checkin was finding my key and door code in an envelope in the hallway.

My room was on the second floor (the third floor was for staff). What I hadn’t realised when booking that none of the rooms were en-suite on the floor, but instead had to share a toilet and shower.

But it got worse. The toilet had no lock, and no toilet paper.

In my room there were no towels, and the pillows looked awful. Too soft and thin.

But the view of the sea from the room was cool. Plus the hotels location was actually great.

If I threw a stone I’d have hit five or six chippies. Two minutes from the dirtiest McDonalds in the country, 10 mins from the conference, five minutes from Primark, TK-Max, Poundland, and other shops. I think it’s best to say it was more or less on the sea front.

Luckily I had enough time to make it to Primark and Poundland to purchase some towels and toilet paper.

There was no breakfast included in my booking. However if there had been I don’t think I’d have eaten it considering the state of the hotel.

So for three of the four mornings I had a McDonalds breakfast. I’m not very adventurous and always go for the double sausage egg McMuffin, hash brown, white americano. Some times I add a second hash brown, and if really hungry a second breakfast McMuffin of some kind.

Sunday morning I got chatting to the manager at the McDonalds. It would appear this was the worst weekend of the year to be in Blackpool. Apparently this weekend each year is the Young Farmers AGM, who it would appear treat it as a three day stag weekend.

The conference itself was very interesting, and the debates informative.

‘First time delegate, first time speaker’ was greeted with a round of applause from the conference floor. But it felt very much like ‘long time listener, first time caller’ to me.

I was wearing a different themed tee each day. Such as a Star Wars pride tee for May the Fourth, or a V for Vendetta tee for the day we had a Labour guest speaker (turned out to be Wes Streeting).

I wasn’t overly social in the evenings. There was a branch meal Sunday evening at a Wetherspoon’s, plus a company sponsored meal Saturday for union reps in their employ.

On the last day of conference I got up early, packed, checked out (put my key through the letter box). Then with more stuff than I came with made the up hill walk to the multi-storey car park. Paid and then made my way to the car park next to the conference.

After parking I went to the Greggs round the corner from the conference, bought a bacon butty, hash browns, and a coffee. I had these outside sat at one of the benches in front of Blackpool church in the morning sun.

The conference didn’t finish until 3pm on the Wednesday. Another four hour plus journey back across the country, saw me arriving home at just gone seven thirty.

By the time I’d made a fuss of the dogs, unloaded the car I was in bed.

The two days at work had been very taxing because I was knackered. So as I type this post up I’m hoping a day of taking it easy will be enough to recover.

So that’s my week just gone.

I’m at a union conference this bank holiday weekend. First union conference ever. It’s also the first time in my life I’ve ever been to Blackpool.

I’ll write a longer post about this experience in the week. It will make you laugh and gasp in shock when you read it.

But until then here is the obligatory selfie for Star Wars day.

I’ve had backend issues that have got in the way of writing posts.

I use the Jetpac app on my iPad to write these posts and recently it decided to stop working!

Well not connect to the site. It wasn’t showing any written posts, drafts, photos. It was as if the blog was brand new, containing nada.

Yet log into the blog via a browser and everything was still there.

I hated having to use the WordPress post editor. It’s horrid. It really puts me off writing. Yep that’s how much I hate it.

However managed to resolve the issue this morning. So normal service can resume.

I’m currently on day five of seven of the steroids I have to take to try and clear up a chest infection I’ve had for over three weeks. Probably more likely over four.

It all came to a head last Friday when during work I slowly started to lose the use of my legs! I could move them but had no control over how they moved. My footsteps got gradually heavier as I walked. It got so that I was at times struggling to stand. Luckily I had a flat top that I could use for support.

I have to admit I was a bit worried. It felt I was getting a glimpse into mums world.

There was no way I could continue at work so I went home early. Calling the doctors on my way to get an appointment.

I rarely go to the doctor so it must have been serious.

A rest at home before my doctors appointment made a big difference. At the doctors the diagnosis was the chest infection was stressing my body so much that it affected my legs. I was prescribed the steroids.

Luckily Saturday was a day off when I could relax and take it easy. Which did include a gaming afternoon at Diego’s. More on that maybe in another post.

So that’s been life for the past week or so. Why I’ve been quieter than normal.

See you in the next one.