1.0Welcome to Scottys Bloghttps://scottysblog.com/homeScotty Hawkeshttps://scottysblog.com/home/author/scotty-hawkes/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="GTi2vTbdvJ"><a href="https://scottysblog.com/home/phew-prof-happy/">Phew – Prof Happy</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://scottysblog.com/home/phew-prof-happy/embed/#?secret=GTi2vTbdvJ" width="600" height="338" title="“Phew – Prof Happy” — Welcome to Scottys Blog" data-secret="GTi2vTbdvJ" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://scottysblog.com/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> God – it never gets any bloody easier, in the run up to an appointment with Prof. Not helped probably by driving to hockey this Sun with two chums talking about how someone's husband had died the night before, young, from cancer, in a hospice. Possibly one of the subjects that scares the shit out […]