Well…
My grandfather died this morning, 20 minutes after I arrived in a manic dash. It sounds cliched but it was peaceful. I had to go fetch a nurse to confirm he had gone. She was halfway through drawing up a new medication package for him.
Then I visited my grandmother. She’s as gaga as we’d all expect. I was about to explain the situation to her when my back went. Apparently my spine stiffened and my muscles braced to protect it. When I leapt up to intercept a nurse before she spoilt the surprise I pulled and tore the muscles.
One emergency trip to the osteopath and I’m back up, doped up on codeine and wearing a very fetching weightlifters type belt thing.
All in all, it’s not been a great day.
Still… it could have been worse. I could have done to that Focus ST driver what I wanted to when he blocked the motorway then accellerated when I tried to pass him on the left…
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