Backache, frames and curtains

[caddyman]

On Saturday my main mission was to find a frame for my nice new print and as despite living a bus ride away from the place for close on two years, I’d never been to Barnet itself, ellefurtle and I decided that we would jump on the 263 and go north for once.

It turns out that there is a decent art shop up there, so getting the frame was easy enough (framing the picture later was less easy, but it’s done now, after some cursing and general dark muttering). Furtle managed to find a box set of crime paper backs for £3.99 in WH Smith’s ‘if we discount the buggers enough someone will buy them’ box. Frankly at that price, even if they all turn out to be tosh, they are as cheap as toilet paper. She also bought a properly priced novel, which cost more than the other five combined. We have high hopes of that book.

Sunday afternoon saw us wandering (by foot) down to Finchley to be all domestic (aaaahhhh…). Suffice it to say that the exercise involved curtains and the purchase thereof. I tried to report that in an exciting manner, but pretty much gave up. It’s curtains, folks, for the computer room. There is absolutely nothing to work with in the excitement arena.

I do seem to have done something to my back, which is giving me gyp at the moment. Not badly, but gyp nonetheless. It started coming on during the walk back from Finchley, and the placing of it made me assume it was just my sciatica beginning to play up. That always starts at the base of my back, just to the right of the small of the back and then a few minutes later starts giving me grief on my right thigh. A brief sit-down of simply 30-90 seconds is usually enough to re-set it for a few more hours, but although it never graduated to my leg this time, neither has it properly gone away from my back. It’s not as bad as yesterday when the application of ibuprofen gel was required to take the edge off it, but even so…

It seems, kids, that Our Hero is becoming a bit of a crock in his old age.

Comments

[bluesman.livejournal.com]

Not fifty yet, and already we are getting aches, pains, messed-up tendons, etc. Ah, but it has been worth waiting all these years for the women in our lives.

(smug!)

[caddyman.livejournal.com]

Indeed. Thou'rt entirely correct.

Well worth the wait.