banjoed 2 September 2009
The neck is done in but good. I had a stiffness on the left side for a fews days just now but it was more annoying than anything else (am thinking the mad mix of pillows due to the several places I might lay my head these days due to work in Manchester and visiting Himself and The G in Dublin not to mention the London home). And then this morning as I turned, fairly innocuously, to get out of bed the other side WENT – eek! Painful. I still did my time on the treadmill but the rowing machine actually was best as it worked the muscles and relieved the pain a lot. Since then it has been heat packs and moving about like an aul wan…tedious.
To match this awkward day the weather in Dublin has been truly SHITE. I even put the heaters on I was so cold…er, where is the balmy September we were promised?
Rang the football club and spoke to a lovely young woman who told me the tickets were probably on their way by post by now but they’d reissue if I didn’t get them on my fly-by of the London flat tomorrow and then she said ‘or just turn up on the day’ – the seats are mine and if I can prove who I am we are in – huzzah! Though I’d still like to hold the little beauties in my hands – to be sure, to be sure, as we Irish (apparently) say…
My Mum found an article in a cat magazine that leads us to suspect The G may be senile now…everything she does is symptomatic of the same, from the peeing and pooing in strange places (we have tried to accommodate this by placing a litter tray there but she likes to poo in it and pee around it) to night wailing and a lot more in between. She’s still my honey, of course, the old doddery slight wee (and poo) mite!
