I know, I’m dreadfully late posting today. An early physio appointment has thrown my entire day’s schedule into chaos.
The lovely therapist I met this morning confirmed something I had suggested many, many months ago. But before I go any further, I must share some earth-shattering news. I need to sit down and properly savour this moment… Yes, I was actually right about something. A truly rare occurrence for a Nobody such as myself.
It seems I have inflammation in the front of my shoulder. The cure? Gentle exercises and a steroid injection. I am now the proud owner of an over-large, yellow elastic band (quite the fashion accessory) and already booked for the injection in approximately six weeks’ time. I was also praised—I can hardly cope with such positivity—for my swimming activities. Apparently, I need to keep doing this. Who knew exercise could be beneficial? Well perhaps this cynical old bat with a Degree in Sports Science?
My next chore was to seek out red wine and dog meat. A fine combination and both absolutely necessary for the wellbeing of our household. Despite my love of the red stuff, it always feels a little odd buying it at 10:00 in the morning. Needs must, though! And before you call the authorities, “dog meat” is food for the dogs, not an exotic ingredient for a recipe that my pooches need to be worried about.
This afternoon required a reshuffle of the diary—the actual diary, not my ramblings here. This was more complicated than it should have been, but I can tell you that the trip to York is OFF (please contain your gasps of horror) but a trip to Sunny Hunny (Hunstanton, for those not versed in English seaside nickname lore) is now on for later that same week. Oh, the joy you’ll have from my seaside tales—I bet you simply cannot wait to hear about my battles with seagulls and complaints about overpriced fish and chips…
This evening, well… back to a bit of quizzing at T’Duke (a fine hostelry in Kirkby in Ashfield). I’m sure we’ll lose spectacularly, but it’s all fun, isn’t it?