Ouch!

I feel a bit like an eight year old again, for I have done my knees in. Not badly, but annoyingly. Happily it is nothing to do with the joints themselves, just smart cracks on the kneecaps, which have made them sore.

Although I am using the plural in both cases, that is not strictly accurate. I clouted my right knee yesterday with such force against my desk that the intake of air temporarily reduced the pressure in the computer room and I somehow held that breath for what seemed like an eternity whilst my brain remained refreshingly blank of everything apart from a certain type of Anglo-Saxon expletive.

It’s still sore today, though the mark is barely noticeable.

Strangely, the other knee is equally sore in about the same place. I don’t recall mashing that against anything, so it is a bit of a mystery. I can only assume that it is suffering in sympathy with the right knee.

Or I have been aggressively kneeing the wall in my sleep.

Ouch!

I feel a bit like an eight year old again, for I have done my knees in. Not badly, but annoyingly. Happily it is nothing to do with the joints themselves, just smart cracks on the kneecaps, which have made them sore.

Although I am using the plural in both cases, that is not strictly accurate. I clouted my right knee yesterday with such force against my desk that the intake of air temporarily reduced the pressure in the computer room and I somehow held that breath for what seemed like an eternity whilst my brain remained refreshingly blank of everything apart from a certain type of Anglo-Saxon expletive.

It’s still sore today, though the mark is barely noticeable.

Strangely, the other knee is equally sore in about the same place. I don’t recall mashing that against anything, so it is a bit of a mystery. I can only assume that it is suffering in sympathy with the right knee.

Or I have been aggressively kneeing the wall in my sleep.