It’s amazing how quickly these Mondays come around.
I had a disturbed nights sleep after suffering with
cramp in my left calf muscle. Absolute bastard. I don’t know if I was sleeping
in a funny position or hadn’t drunk enough during the day or what, but I woke
up about 3.15am thinking someone had snapped my lower leg. How is muscle cramp
so sodding painful?
I got up, hobbled about, stretched it, fell back
into bed, started to breathe properly again, at which point it came back for a
second attack. Absolute bastard.
Anyway, one struggles on through the constant
ravages of age.
In work life, the frequency of online meetings with
various levels of management is increasing week on week. I suppose it’s hard
for them all to justify their salaries when they’re not driving around the
country constantly pretending to improve things at different sites, so calling
people together via Zoom or Teams gives them something to put in their diary.
Everything has felt like a struggle today, and I
have to confess that this blog posting is included in that. Every word I type
seems to have taken four hours to work its way from my brain down through my
body to my fingertips. Do I need more caffeine? Or an early night? Not sure,
but before I head for home I’m picking up a bag of charcoal and a box of
firelighters and I thoroughly intend to barbecue the shit out of whatever meat
products we have sitting in the fridge.
Nothing makes a man feel better than burning food
outside.
RC 18-5-20
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