It’s been a very dirty Easter weekend one way and another. First I got knocked down by thunder thighs Lady Doodle and her over enthusiastic girlfriend a big black Labrador called Ebony. One minute I was standing there chatting to Ebony’s minder the dog walker - next I was flat on my face in the dirt staring at his muddy wellies.

Then Doody got sick and I mean as sick as a dog can possibly be. I was up and down with my rubber gloves and a bottle of Dettol mopping up. In the end I had to whizz her to the vet’s and he gave her an injection which completely zonked her out. I couldn’t bear her being so subdued - it just wasn’t normal. I kept talking to her like a sick child. Who knows where this daft doggy language comes from? It just pops out of my mouth like a kind of dog tourettes - Oh my poor precious boobies, do you want me to ticky your tum tum titties. Good morning my willy wosers, my beautiful bum box.

Bum box?  Where the hell did that come from?

In the park the other day I said to this guy who normally walks round with a tiny terrier who this day was also accompanied by a huge Great Dane - my word you’ve got a big one today. I had to hide my face in my anorak hood.

I’ve got a new car - well I say new. It’s a new old car but everything works. It locks for a start, I don’t have to climb in through the hatchback, the electric windows work, the heater works - even the CD player works  It’s a Peugot Roland Garros but I call it my Roland Royce and I couldn’t be happier if it was a bloomin’ Rolls.

Roland’s got a bit of an unsightly bump in his bonnet and a few scratches and dents, but hey - that just shows character, like my wrinkled face, or maybe I should say bonnet.

I think my friends gave me a very good deal to be honest - a case of what goes round comes round, instant karma, only in this case it’s instant car-ma!

One two three four five six seven..... all good children go to heaven.

Seven pills now instead of four - hells teeth! Feels like a backward step. They are all lined up in one of those pill boxes from the pound shop. They’ve been there for over a week. I’ve been procrastinating - any excuse. But the time has come my HIV specialist has declared to change meds - kidney function going down down down down.

Don’t want to change I love Truvada.

Here we go, first one down the hatch - thought I’d talk to you whilst I was doing it. Starting a new med regime is quite terrifying. You never know how those dudes (thought I’d go a bit American at this point) are going to affect you.

Just think of them like vitamins everyone keeps saying.

Yeah right - vitamins aren’t toxic as far as I know.

I’ve been reading some surveys about people who had late diagnosis and high viral load (like me) who started on meds and then came off them and ten years later are still undetectable. Wish I could do that but would never dare take the risk. On the other hand like Eliza Doolittle sang, “Oh wouldn’t it be luverly.”

Maybe once my kidneys are working properly again I’ll get back into regular blogging, but as Willo my friend and neighbour says, you can’t  blame your kidneys for everything, especially for not doing the cleaning.

I can!

Truvada has been my old and trusty friend over the last few years and I don’t want to say goodbye to it. I also said goodbye to another old and trusty friend today. RIP to my old Mondeo which was carted off to the knackers yard. Hope the same thing doesn’t happen to me on these new meds.  I am now for the first time in my life carless as opposed to careless - wish I couldn’t careless but I do.

Anyone know of any cheap motors for sale?