A further check-up on 21 Dec revealed my lung still under-inflated, which meant only one thing: unable to fly home for Christmas to gorge on endless meals of roast turkey, stuffing, pigs in blankets etc. etc. (my favourite all-time dinner).
Instead I decided to treat myself, retire to great Smokey Mountains and hibernate in a romantic log cabin for one. And I must say, I had a wonderful time – hot tub and all – just me, my guitar, local moonshine and a partially deflated lung.
I did actually have 2 kind offers from friends in The States (thanks Jill and Jessie) to pick me up and spend Christmas with them, but being a traditionally family affair I didn’t want to intrude, and anyway, with Skype nowadays one is seldom alone anywhere. The good thing is Skype can be turned off, unlike some of your relatives if you’re not 4,000 miles away from them.