Took a mad Spaniel for a walk along Saltburn beach,..he’s staying with us for a while as his poor old Mum has just had an operation and is not feeling too clever at the moment… Straight onto the beach with him and Boff!! …hurtled into the sea like a mad thing !! He was half way to Norway before I could call him back mega excited and mad as a box of frogs !! You can imagine how bad the car smelled on the way back …just as well it was the wife’s !!
Filthy roads all way to coast. Soaking wet & mud/poo all over them Sat by harbour with pasty & millionaire choco slab. Then slightly less soaked ride back followed by massive deep clean. Chain sounded like cement mixer with rocks on it when got hybrid up on the paddock stands
A momentary lapse of attention saw me grind off the top of my right index finger knuckle whilst trying to clean a 2 stroke expansion chamber; UBER NIPPY! Luckily I had changed the flap disc for an 120 grit from the forty or else it might have ground it down to the bone. Hey ho, makes going for a pee interesting!
Idylic, fantasy place to be, not affected by time or reality? Or a film set? Blojos world? Tell me more….
Well I had Covid on the 3rd December, that was pretty easy. Then on the 10th, I started pissing out of my arsehole, down 2kgs in 2 days. I track my weight anyways (fighting weight, so to speak, is 90kg). Not had my daughter overnight for 3 weeks which is really bloody hard. We FaceTime but it’s still not the same obviously. Looks like I won’t be working until January now so that’s a bonus….
First thing I took swmbo to the station as she's off to Helensburgh for a few days to see #1 son and family. I then went to take xmas cards to some of our old neighbours and stopped for a coffee with our old next-door neighbour, and had a bit of a catch up as I'd not seen her for a year at least. Now home, on my todd, and about to make some lunch. I may do a bit of housework this afternoon if I cba
I managed to dislocate every finger on my right hand whilst on a skydiving trip - not while skydiving but while helping to put the aircraft away at the end of the day... Then there was the day I sliced through the bottom of the first finger on my left hand with a hedge trimmer, managed to miss every important nerve and tendon much to the disbelief of the consultant that saw me.. Left A&E and 45 mins later I was gigging at a private party... It was fine until the stiches ruptured and the bandage started to slowly get soaked with blood. If only it had been a halloween party... Then there was the time I crashed my mountain bike, 2 weeks later it's still sore so I went to A&E. "You've broken your scaphoid" they said "No I haven't" I said, "I've broken enough bones to know exactly how my body reacts when I do" "We are going to put your wrist in a plaster cast" "No your not - I'm playing a Cannibal chief in the Panto Robinson Crusoe for the next 2 weeks and when not on stage I'm in the orchestra pit" "Yes we are, or you'll never play bass again" "Ok" "Do you want a blue plaster cast, pink or (sniggers) camouflage" "Camouflage.." I replied "Really? WTF??" Long story short (although we might be way past that point) when the swelling went down and the cast loosened it was really handy for putting my Cannibal stage knives in. And it turned out to be a dislocated metacarpal not a fractured scaphoid.
I was worried about the dreaded scaphoid when I "did" my right wrist, when knocked off my Elefant. I can relate to the plaster episode because they insisted on putting it in plaster although i'd gone over 24 hours with just a brace with splints in it. Got home and didn't feel right, went to bed and definitely not right so had them remove it at same hospital around 3 am. I was pleased to find it wasn't my scaphoid either and it's healed up 95% good.
Rushing home as a callow youth of 17. Bike on stand ran into house to grab something or other. Out, on bike set off, side stand dug in, over bars. Neighbour ran out, turned off bike looked at me and said don’t move! Agony doubled up, couldn’t move if I wanted to. Ambulance, hospital, surgery. During transit from bike to tarmac, ripped my scrotum on the pressed steel lever. One of my babies was swinging in the breeze. Seems it’s quite involved stitching in that area. When the dressings came off I almost fainted. My caring father said lose the black colour lad but ask if you can keep the swelling. Sorry no photos available but scars available for viewing to a select few. Happy days
Long queue eh? My heart sank when I turned the corner and saw it, with my back currently there’s no way I could stand for that length of time.
