Maybe I'll stay married after all!

Philippa 'had a go' at my neck and shoulder last night, and by Christ has it made a difference! I mean, the pain is still there, and is in fact much worse since she pulled me around mercilessly and pummelled me purple, but I've got much more movement and I don't feel as if someone has poured cement in the top of my right arm. I can move my head round to the right for the first time in 48 hours and lifting my right arm up doesn't make me wince. The girl did good! And she saved me the forty quid it would have cost to have one of the onsite 'body workers' in the spa sort me out, so everyone's a winner.

My enjoyment of the Olympics has been affected greatly by the annoyingly haphazard nature of the coverage. The BBC are doing that thing they do where they keep changing the channel that things are being shown on. I understand they want to cover as much as they can, and try to capture any British chances of medals, and make sure all the 'popular' athletes (by which I mean - ones with lots of Instagram followers) are on screen, but it would be nice if they would just start showing something and stick to it until it finishes. I was trying to follow the GB men's hockey team the other day and it started on the Red Button, then switched onto BBC1 for the third quarter, and then disappeared completely so they could show BMX freestyle and tennis. What about those of us who like hockey, and who don't have unlimited access to BBC websites while at work?
Honestly, if I paid my TV licence fee, I might be tempted to revoke it.

RC 1-8-24