I have no one to blame but myself.
Can you feel the self-pity oozing out over the net?
Tuesday I went for a really nice walk in the sun, watching spring bubbling up. Birds singing, butterflies bouncing, buds breaking, flowers bursting and a magical sun shining. No more hibernating for me.
Then I walked too far, got tired and my knee went on me, agony. Unfortunately, not the one on the same leg as my ankle. Oh b@m.
So, I’ve been hobbling about feeling very sorry for myself, and today I had to do the shopping. Oh ar#e.
I’d always promised myself that no matter how soon it was going to be, I was going to wear everything out first, I just didn’t think it was going to be Tuesday.
Anyway, if you’re struggling, learn how to struggle.
I did have one chuckle, I couldn’t find out which paper it came from;
The famous Godolphin stables of Sheikh Mahktoum were caught out giving the horses anabolic steroids – “We only realised there was something wrong when we heard that one of the horses had won the Tour De France”.
In between wincing, I’ve been trying to use my time well, I started exploring ‘pages’, and put up a widget so I can display those entries that were particularly long and boring for all to see. Those are the ones that drove everybody away – I’ve resurrected ‘Merger Mania’ and a series about the NHS I did right at the beginning, when I was writing from the heart. That should quieten things down a bit.
Squeezed the ‘Ankle Rankle’ in as well.
JTEE! HEE! HEE!
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