I went to Derby last weekend with J for H2s wedding. 

A few small changes here and there but still the same. Pang of nostalgia as Friday night was DEAD everywhere. God I remember Our Beloved Friary always being busy and at one point we were the only ones there.

Showing him where MH got bottled, where we watched Dennis In The Last Minute. Showing him the pub where I watched Charlton thrash Arsenal at Highbury. 

Sitting in Seymours as well and expecting someone I knew or recognised at least to walk through the door. 

A nice nostalgic trip and I wonder how my life would have changed if I had been able to stay there. But on the other hand, I probably wouldn't have travelled to the countries I had, had the adventures I had. Ended up with J.

The wedding was lovely, glad J came as I wouldn't have known anyone, although awful pain flareup.

Speaking of which, I am hopeful to get a surgery date in next week or so, although earliest realistically it'll be is February.

I'm borderline an arthroscopy where they will pop my hip joint out, shave the wonky bits of bone smooth and staple the broken labral stuff together. 70% chance of working good odds, unless you're the Mothership who is very much focused on the 30% not working.

In that case, slightly more scary surgery of breaking my pelvis and resetting it. Not even going to consider that as an option.

She came back to visit the weekend before and we went to the Chocolate Cocktail club which was fun.