Hard to believe but I'm still recovering from the broken arm I had last March. In September, the docs decided it wasn't mending properly so in November they broke it again and put a builders lorry full of scaffolding in there. Even more painful than breaking it in the first place, but at least both my arms are the same length now and it doesn't feel like I have a bag of marbles hanging from my shoulder any more.
The good news is that the physio said last week that I can start putting some weight on the fixed arm so very soon I will be able to hold two pints at the same time - this alone makes me think I should set a target of making it to the Llandudno trip. Also means I have a few months to get rid of the 2 stone I put on while watching Netflix and eating junk food for the best part of a year. Put me down as a very shaky possible because after what I've been through I've given up predicting when I will be back to normal. I can probably rope Mrs Doughnut in again, though she now has 2 bikes of her own and is a veteran tourer (Durham to Edinburgh in 2017, and planning a tour down the Danube later this year when I'm better) so she might even join the peleton.
