Today’s post, like every post, is a love letter to the woman without whom there would be no apoplectic.me, no Stroke Bloke, and no Ricky. Thank you, Beth, m-m-m-my Charon.
It’s also for everyone who cares enough to take the time to click through to apoplectic.me. Thanks.
It’s to the memory of the people who built my Scotland, but I’m too late to see again: Hugh, Donald, and, most of all, my mum.
Finally, it’s dedicated to our friends Jen, Paul and Jill. It’s been a privilege to spend this time with you, and we’re honoured to be able to call ourselves your friends. Keep applying constraints and finishing things.
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