17 August 2018 (Friday) - In Pain


Bearing in mind that (after yesterday’s trampolining) any movement hurt, I slept reasonably well last night. I woke just before the alarm was about to go off and hobbled downstairs. On Wednesday night "er indoors TM" came home from the family curry night with some left-overs and I scoffed curry for brekkie as I watched more “Orange is the New Black” before having a look-see at the Internet.
The pictures and videos from yesterday’s session at “Flip Out” had received quite a bit of comment, but other than that my world seemed relatively peaceful. However I did have an email suggesting that I book my Christmas shopping coach trips now so as to avoid disappointment, and another email from Currys-PC World saying that their computers had been hacked and that some felonious miscreants had gained access to my name, address, phone number, date of birth and email address. I can’t see that as being any big deal; after all they are all a matter of public record.

I got dressed and staggered down the road to my car. Why did I park it so far from home? As I drove to work I nearly flattened several cyclists as they flew in all directions. Cyclists really should be regulated in some way; if I drive like a dildo, my car has a registration number through which I can be traced. However a cyclist can do what the hell they like on the highway and get away scot-free.
Shortly after this I found myself stuck in a serious traffic jam on the motorway. I've since found that a lorry broke down in the middle lane whilst trying to overtake another lorry. I wish they wouldn't do that. I wish lorries were restricted to the slow lane of the motorway. Most mornings (when the M20 isn't bunged up with road works) there is ten miles of motorway along which the cars can only use the fast lane as the two slow lanes are blocked by slow lorries overtaking slightly slower lorries; each overtake taking about a mile to complete.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were interviewing an Italian astrophysicist who has discovered some of the universe’s oldest galaxies. Ten minutes was spent saying what a momentous discovery this was, but no time at all was spent on telling us why.

I got to work and had a relatively good day. Mind you bearing in mind that any movement hurt after yesterday’s trampolining and also that the breakfast curry wasn’t sitting well, I have had better days.
I calibrated my D-dimers (they don’t calibrate themselves, you know) and came home again. Getting home was a tad problematical as Chart Road was closed, but I eventually got home just as "er indoors TM" was taking the dogs out. I went with them.
I shouldn’t have done; my left hip was somewhat tender by the time I got home.

"er indoors TM" is off babysitting her mate’s littluns this evening. I shall spend the evening ironing my shirts (if I can stand up) and watching rather graphic lesbian pornography on Netflix… Have I mentioned the show “Orange is the New Black”?
I wonder if I will hurt less tomorrow…

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