Life has been somewhat chaotic for the last couple of days [and nights].
The end result is that I am bollixed, fucked and knackered. I don’t think there is a part of me not aching and in particular my back.
The back is a bugger. I have been told it’s as a result of being somewhat longer than wide though I would prefer to think that nearly everything I do involves banding over or stooping or generally treating my back like Nature didn’t actually intend. Back pain is so relentless that I hardly notice it any more. Its just part of life like stoking my pipe or picking dog shit off the floor.
One of the interesting aspects of life in The Manor is that I never know quite what is around the corner. Life seems to be progressing smoothly when suddenly something nasty jumps out from behind a tree or a bush, whereupon my life is thrust into a surreal series of events leaving me with my head spinning and even more aches and pains.
I don’t complain for the simple reason that I don’t like moaners and anyway no one else gives a shit [except maybe Doc]. I live with it because it’s better than the alternative.
So now I’m having a contemplative mug of tea while I wait for the throbbing to subside a bit.
Then I think I’ll cut the grass.
That involves a fair bit of back bending too…..