wind

I awoke this morning at 5.30 to a Dawn chorus of old men trumping. It was almost as if one started and granted permission for the one in the next bed to join in, a bit like a Mexican Wave of flatulence.

Not the best start. 

My rig is now fitted, and is fine other than feeling a bit weird. The worst part of the procedure, other than the 8 hour wait yesterday, is that the air that was pumped through the pipe into my tummy is now moving around my body under my skin. Incredibly painful, but seems to have worn off as we speak.

The pipe , for reasons unknown to me, is still wedged down my nose and throat, and is as uncomfortable as it sounds.

Hopefully I will be allowed home later this morning and look forward to a good result for Stoke this afternoon at Chelsea.

Onwards and up the Potters.