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!
=======//=======
Neil Harris
(a don’t stop till you drop production)
Home:
helpmesortoutstpeters.blogspot.comContact: neilwithpromisestokeep@gmail.com
No comments:
Post a Comment