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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