Recovery progresses. I’m getting better on the elbow crutches, all my sutures have been removed and the scars are healing, I’ve had a bit of a wash and am sitting in shorts, leg-brace and SunTour 2006 polo shirt, in my room’s easy chair, trying to pretend I’m normal and healthy once more.

In truth I’m cheating a bit, I’ve locked the leg brace at 90 degrees so there is no effort required to stay in position; the laptop, Radio4, and My Trade by Andrew Marr should suffice to stop me from getting bored for the next couple of hours whilst my heart gets used to the idea of being vertical for an extended period.

Stopping my bum from going to sleep will be a slightly bigger challenge.

Aside from the leg brace and some occasional clicks, twangs and spasms that quake my chest as the ribcage performs a minature game of plate tectonics, the only really really, REALLY painful thing I suffer currently are some torn back muscles, attached to cracked ribs, residing above my left kidney. I go to considerable lengths to avoid torquing my lower back, but even so the transition from sitting to standing, or vice versa, is like someone sticking an freezing-cold dagger in my side.

That sensation is something which I am really looking forwards to one day waking up to find that it has vanished.

Everything is on-plan for a return chez-moi this weekend, transport permitting. My friends and Sun-colleagues have been incredible, supplying a bed, shopping, catfeeding, logistics, getting my car off-road so it can be declared SORN until I can sort out the MOT… everyone’s been so kind, supportive and helpful, it’s incredible, and it improves my lot and my recuperation greatly.