This morning I composed a post about what I've done today and tried to drink enough coffee to wake myself up enough to figure out if, by posting it, I'll set up an infinite recursion.
What have I done today? That’s a great question. The answer is a resounding – not what I should have been doing. It’s outrageous, I can’t believe it, it shouldn’t be allowed. How can this happen? I’d go as far as to say it’s criminal, it must surely be illegal.........................................
Everyone else in my 6 person team at work is off sick or on holiday. So not only am I actually working in the office today rather than working from home, but this is the real killer, I gave up working on Fridays 3yrs ago but have to come into the office tomorrow morning to cover, and work – ON A FRIDAY! Where’s that email address for my MP!
Looking after partner's new dog, a rescue we collected on Monday (a bit needy and nervous but improving). Such a beautiful creature though. A lurcher (saluki/whippet/greyhound). Plus took car for it's MOT, performed by @cookster of this parish, it passed as I was expecting it to.
Bin to a back specialist. I told them I've had one for years, but they didn't seem to hear me. Face mask aside, she's gorgeous! Though I've been fooled by that before. We got on like a house on fire*. I'll keep the back pain if it means seeing her again. They can pry my opioids out of my cold, dead, biblical hands, but I'll probably try the electric current machine and the pain clinic at the hospital. Since my back's okay on the bike, perhaps they'll prescribe me a motorcycle? What do you think? Maybe just fund my insurance on the NHS. The bin in the waiting room was a bucket lined with a plastic shopping bag. It was a green bucket, so possibly a Recycling bucket. Interesting door they've got. Open, the moment you step on the mat inside it closes. I pushed it expecting light pressure to cause it to re-open; but it kept closing, so I gave it a shove and it flew open and banged against the wall! Can imagine a proctologist on the other side inadvertantly fisting their patient. So that was my entrance. On the way out, I stepped on the mat again and the door tried to eject me like a surly consierge booting me up the arse. - Overton Park, for the benefit of the locals. *I'm fucking drenched!
