That Bird’s back has been hurting on and off, mostly on, since before Christmas as far as I can make out; we’re a slightly crippled household at present, because I have either bruised or sprained something in my right elbow and cannot grip or lift with that arm. We just have to be even more than usually careful not to drop things onto the floor!
EENSB then, and that’s my final offer. Drattit, pore Fish and pore Spadger.
I meanwhile am wrapping myself round the first Stella of 2018 and it is going down surprisingly well. It might have been Sicilian Lemonade, had the three remaining bottles of same not been right at the back of the very deep top shelf and the only member of staff and fellow shoppers in sight shorter than I am*. Thus are good intentions thwarted by a kindly Fate.
*Which is not particularly short really, but by family standards I am what you might call stunted. Used to be known as ‘my Pygmy Mummy’. Huh. And when I was carrying a little (lot) too much weight, described by my spouse as ‘squat’. That’s the kind of mistake a man makes only once, btw.
Squat?
Ye gods, Gus…
Soo xx
Want to be further shaken, Soo? He used to pat me on the arse and say ‘Just checking the rivets, my dear’ (reference to me being a County Class Destroyer - aye, right)
Gxx
And that, I feel, is Quite Enough of that kind of thing.
I have met both Gus and a County-class destroyer (not in that order), and I do not think I would be at any risk of confusing the two.
And Gus hasn’t been sold off to Pakistan, so even if there had been any risk (which there wasn’t) there wouldn’t be.
Used to make County-class Destroyers down the road from me.
That Fishly elbow couldn’t be of the racquet sport variety, could it? Poor Birdie with the poorly back, too. Sympathies, Dears.
Soo xx
No, not sports related; probably to do with having carried something awkwardly at some point. I tell you what it does do: it makes taking the childproof lid off the cough medicine bottle very, very difficult. I wish they sold the stuff in two sorts of bottle: for people with children about the place, and for people who never have children in their house.
Perhaps decanting the koff medsin into a carefully labelled plastic bottle, as used for holiday toiletries, would sort this. I managed to acquire bilateral tennis elbow, many years after my last game. Couldn’t lift a mug to my lips.
Soo xx
If that is what it is, it does wear off, doesn’t it? (Anxious face goes here.)
Oh yes, it does go away. Probably it isn’t ‘tennis elbow’ anyway (which tends to result from repeated actions, I believe) but a common-or-garden strain. Which is not to belittle how much it hurts, just to cheer you up. An elbow support might be a good idea for a wee while though.
Oh, and, if you can tolerate the stuff, ibuprofen gel, or Voltarol Emulgel, are Very Good Things.
I used to take, orally, a preparation called Voltarol retard, which I thought was a little harsh on the pharmacist’s part…
Buzy day. Just back from dropping off #2 son in that Wappinge.
9 hours three & back. Not too shabby. I went in via M40, A40. Westway. Euston Rd. Spittlefields.
I followed sat nav out which decided the bestest route would be over Tower Bridge/Bermondsey/Elephant & Castle/The Oval/Vauxhall Bridge/around & along Hyde Park to Paddington Station where I then joined the Westway.
Amazing … & I drove new roads for me.
Now I need a wee & a cuppa.
You came past and didn’t drop in for a piece of cake…
Ooops. I was on a mission tbh.
What junction is nearest ?
I had to stop at High Wycombe as a warning came up saying I had to add some AdBlu, which meant I had to get some !! As it’s basically urea I guess I could have made do
Junction 3. But then you have to go cross-country to Junction 4 to get back on the motorway, if you are going north.
I am on a mission to go to bed. A most unsatisfactory destination as it feels all febrile and yuk, but I don’t have the oomph to change the linen. Mañana.
Good nights, all.
Soo xx
Aha. Ive had to do that once. Such a disappointment to exit & then discover you can’t re-enter at the same junction.
So, you live at Cliveden I guess. Nice.
My dear! The upkeep!
No, nothing like that posh; and isn’t Taplow more on the M4 not the M40?
I do hope that everyone feels somewhat better tomorrow
Carinthia.xx