It’s been a busy week, with all sorts of activities and meet-ups.
Last Wednesday night I met with Donna down at Docklands to go paddling a Dragon boat. We did that for a bit over an hour, and it was fun, before adjourning to a nearby restaurant with our fellow paddlers for dinner.
I took Friday off to go on a hot air balloon. It’s my birthday this coming Sunday, and this was an early birthday present from the entrepreneur. I was out of bed at 3.30 am and at Yering Station by 5.20. We were driven a little way to a nearby paddock where another half a dozen balloons were being prepared for take-off. It was a spectacular sight in the pre-dawn light to watch as these colourful balloons slowly inflated at the end of bright orange shooting flames. Soon enough, we were in the air, the ground falling away and the landscape spreading far and wide.
I’d gone hot-air ballooning once before, in the Valley of the Kings in Egypt, which was spectacular. This was different but, for me, a very serene experience, and a lovely way to start the day.
The rest of the day was very indulgent, checking out a few wineries and sampling about 25 different wines, visiting a cheesemaker and later a chocolatier, finishing off the day with a visit to Four Pillars Gin and a stone-fruit orchard. In between was lunch at Domaine Chandon, which was great. It was a long day, but much fun, with the bonus and vibe of being on a school day.
The weekend was relatively quiet, but the last couple of days I’ve been to lunch with a couple of friends, and tonight am going to drinks with a friend I made first about 30 years ago – and seen probably twice in the last 15. There are Cheeseboy’s birthday drinks on Friday, my birthday on Sunday, and the following Friday Donna’s birthday party – dancing on some boat out of the docklands.
It sounds all delightful, but yesterday I got confirmation of something I had suspected.
I can’t recall if I mentioned it before, but a couple of weeks ago I had an ultrasound and some blood tests to check if I had one condition or another. The good news, as I discovered yesterday, is that I was clear of the worst-case scenario – haemochromatosis. I’d figured that already, but it was good to have it confirmed.
Instead, it was confirmed I had a relatively minor case of Fatty Liver Syndrome, which I had figured also. It’s manageable and even reversible, but the hard part is that it’s going to impact on my lifestyle.
The way to manage it is with diet. Basically it means that all the things I like to eat I must now keep to a minimum. More pointedly, I can’t really drink a lot.
I don’t know if I drink a lot as is, but I’m certainly capable of it. When I’m not being social, I might have 2-3 glasses of wine a week, and maybe a couple of G&T’s. When I’m social – which I’ve been increasingly so lately – I don’t really put a limit on it, though I don’t like losing control.
I’ve now got to re-think the whole thing, but don’t think I can start seriously on it until after the birthday season. For what it’s worth, I feel fine.