The numbers keep going down. It's our Xmas dinner for Geriatrics' Corner tomorrow night. I mentioned a while back our numbers had reduced from 17-20+ to just 11 this year, due to the recent toll of deaths & increased infirmity. I've just rung the Pub to let them know the figures are now just 5.
Why this big reduction? Last night Fran rang. Den is still hoping to be home soon - & that's debatable as he might have to have an operation to remove the clot that caused the problem - but even if he is home by tomorrow he feels he'll need a quiet time, not a lively party with plenty of food & alcohol flowing. So that's two down.
Steve, the friend who had a liver transplant a while back, is once more in hospital. He had a stent put in earlier this year due to a blocked vein, the result of the transplant operation. They now want to check that. He's hoping to be out tomorrow but it depends upon what they find. They may have to replace it in which case Steve & his wife won't be able to make it. They're still hoping to come. Nothing definite has been decided but the way things are going, I suspect they won't make it.
PD meanwhile has plunged into a deep depression, such that he went to bed last night in tears. He can't face company at the moment. I'm not even convinced he wants to face life at the moment. So that's another two down.
So there remains a (hopefully merry) band of five. Though it has to be admitted that the Fox's arm has swollen up like a balloon after his swine flu jab last night. I just hope that doesn't get too much worse! Otherwise it will be down to three.
It's a bit like that Agatha Christie story where one person after another gets killed off. Or the song about the green bottles sitting on the wall. At least we've not all died yet, just dropped off the social scene for the moment.
Roll on 2010. Maybe our fortunes will change. And I'm not just talking about ours but those of all our friends.
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