Week off completed

I assure you it wasn’t my intention to go another week without posting a blog; it just kind of happened. Life conspired against me and then I got lazy. The longer I go between postings the easier it is to not bother, and after Thursday I ended up not bothering. And then I got stuck in a ‘not bothering’ frame of mind and then it was suddenly Monday.

Anyway I’m here now – so here’s a little update:

(these won’t be chronological, I’ll just write them out as I think of them)

I picked up an embarrassing injury on Saturday. It was the coolest day we’d had for a while so I went for a long morning cycle. It was delicious and the countryside was distracting me with its beauty. While not paying attention to the road, my front wheel went in a pothole. I slipped off the seat and caught my gentleman’s gemstones on the crossbar. Jesus, it hurt. It felt like a pain-bomb had exploded in my scrotum and I was scared to look down my shorts in case my sack had burst. It took me a good ten minutes of laying in the hedge before I was able to breathe properly and move my legs without wincing. The ride home was the most uncomfortable journey I’ve ever had. Every tiny little pebble I biked over magnified the throbbing in my groin and I was sweating more from the stomachache than I was from the effort or the heat.

It’s still pretty painful even today.

Thank God Philippa is already pregnant coz I don’t think things will be working down there for months.

Having had about a fortnight of Head Office being up my arse constantly about the job change, they now seem to be ignoring me completely and just leaving me to sort it all out myself. I know I have until the end of the month but I’m well aware of how quickly time has been passing this Summer, so I’m hovering somewhere between a relaxed attitude of confident projection and the blind panic of an imminent deadline. I think I’m ahead of where I need to be, but I’m worried I might be forgetting something obvious that’ll cause me problems further down the line.

Philippa continues to switch moods with the regularity of a broken bus. Mostly she is the happiest I’ve ever seen her, but every so often she explodes with rage or fear or depression or whichever emotion happens to hit the surface quickest. It’s difficult to know what to expect from her, but things are helped by the fact that her cravings for the moment are based around monosodium glutamate, so we’re having a lot of Chinese takeaways and that’s fine with me. We’ve found a lovely new one called Dragon River which is a bit of a drive away, but worth it for their House Special Chow Mein alone.

And that, my friends, is a tidy blog post of 500 words exactly.

RC 6-8-18