Bloody Hell, I'm feeling old...

I'm having a day of pain today. I think I slept at a weird angle and I've upset that sometimes problematic shoulder area that I've had to get physio for before. I blame the NFL. Being a fan of the 49ers, who are based in California, means that if I want to watch any of their games, I have to stay up quite late. And so it was last night - an important match against the Philadelphia Eagles that finished just before 1am this morning. And I'm not exaggerating when I use that word 'important' - it was the first round of the play-offs, which means we are now in a knockout situation. Lose a game, and the season is over, and fans like myself then have to wait nearly nine months before a chance to cheer them on again in a meaningful game. So I felt compelled and obliged to indulge in caffeine and spend my Sunday sat on the sofa, sampling several snacks and supplementing Sky Sports income with my subscription. My drink of choice, as it has been for most of this Winter, was the rather uncannily delicious Strawberries and Cream Pepsi, which sounds like it should taste like a chemically-induced puddle of sweet vomit, but somehow contains things that make my mouth enraptured, and has therefore become something I buy and consume with the enthusiasm of a hungry lion at an all-you-can-eat gazelle buffet. Normally I'm repulsed by false flavourings and modern sodas, but this one has hooked me like a hungry pike on a fisherman's well-baited line.
But, to return to my original point, I am sitting very, very uncomfortably this morning, and when the act of lifting one's hand to type a few words leaves you wincing with pain and feeling arthritic, then I guess it's time to reach for the ibuprofen and consider getting a massage...

RC 12-1-25