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caddymanI wouldn’t have thought that strained Achilles tendons were contagious, but apparently they are. I mean it’s the only explanation. I have never had problems with my Achilles tendons before the past year or so, but it seems that Furtle has. Now I do too. When I get up in a morning, the first steps of the day are awkward because my heels ache so abominably. After pottering for a while they are better, having stretched. Then comes the task of getting down the stairs: that is an extension to the fun. By the time I am ready to walk down to the Tube station and they are generally OK by then, but at the end of the trip to Euston where I change, they have taken the opportunity to seize up again, so the brisk walk around to the Victoria Line isn’t quite as brisk as I might like. I tend to stand from there on in and when I get off at Victoria, they are behaving themselves again for the walk to the office.
The trouble is, I am sitting at my desk now, so I am having to invent creative ways of keeping the tendons stretched while I work, without looking like too much of an idiot.
Clearly I am falling apart, albeit slowly.
Spring is upon us and the hay fever is back. Not badly yet, but back. I bought a two week supply of antihistamines yesterday, so I am armed against my pollenish enemy. Hay fever is further evidence of problems I never used to have. When I was younger I never got hay fever at any point during the year and used to look on at my friends who would sit there eyes and noses streaming through out spring and summer. I had occasional run ins with sneezing fits if we drove past field after field of Oilseed Rape, but that might just as easily been a reaction to the masses of chemicals used to ensure that a Mediterranean plant will grow in the English climate. Beyond that I don’t recall anything in the hay fever category.
Regular readers will recall my annual contretemps with the cherry tree at the end of my street when I lived in Clapham. For several years, the three weeks or so that was in bloom, I suffered when I went past it. Just that cherry tree; no others. My intolerance for pollen seems to have widened now, though my hay fever is still nowhere as bad as I recall others having suffered. I could go off summer. Or maybe I should move to live by the sea.
Away from creaky ankles and snotty noses, we won the quiz last night, though we missed out on the roll over jackpot (which is likely to be in the £200 bracket next week). We did get our £25 bar tab, though, so all is well. That is as yet untouched so next week’s quiz, which will be![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
colonel_maxim’s last before he leaves on his Afghan adventure (those of you who were going to come down to the Athenaeum Club to drink his port and chew the fat have missed your chance), will start well as the tab will cover at least two rounds.
I was very pleased yesterday to receive my Rob Anybody mug, with a picture of the head Feegle on one side and “Crivens!” written on the other. As soon as it is washed tonight, I shall Christen it with a steaming brew of coffee.
I better do some work now, I guess.
The trouble is, I am sitting at my desk now, so I am having to invent creative ways of keeping the tendons stretched while I work, without looking like too much of an idiot.
Clearly I am falling apart, albeit slowly.
Spring is upon us and the hay fever is back. Not badly yet, but back. I bought a two week supply of antihistamines yesterday, so I am armed against my pollenish enemy. Hay fever is further evidence of problems I never used to have. When I was younger I never got hay fever at any point during the year and used to look on at my friends who would sit there eyes and noses streaming through out spring and summer. I had occasional run ins with sneezing fits if we drove past field after field of Oilseed Rape, but that might just as easily been a reaction to the masses of chemicals used to ensure that a Mediterranean plant will grow in the English climate. Beyond that I don’t recall anything in the hay fever category.
Regular readers will recall my annual contretemps with the cherry tree at the end of my street when I lived in Clapham. For several years, the three weeks or so that was in bloom, I suffered when I went past it. Just that cherry tree; no others. My intolerance for pollen seems to have widened now, though my hay fever is still nowhere as bad as I recall others having suffered. I could go off summer. Or maybe I should move to live by the sea.
Away from creaky ankles and snotty noses, we won the quiz last night, though we missed out on the roll over jackpot (which is likely to be in the £200 bracket next week). We did get our £25 bar tab, though, so all is well. That is as yet untouched so next week’s quiz, which will be
colonel_maxim’s last before he leaves on his Afghan adventure (those of you who were going to come down to the Athenaeum Club to drink his port and chew the fat have missed your chance), will start well as the tab will cover at least two rounds.I was very pleased yesterday to receive my Rob Anybody mug, with a picture of the head Feegle on one side and “Crivens!” written on the other. As soon as it is washed tonight, I shall Christen it with a steaming brew of coffee.
I better do some work now, I guess.