A Difficult Day

I’m typing and watching TV. John Torode, the Australian cook from Masterchef (where he is partnered by greengrocer and pudding-eater Greg Wallace) is drinking mate in Argentina whilst learning about Argentinian beef.

Even Argentina, with all its open space is moving to rearing beef in feed lots.

It’s sad, but true. I was tempted to use the word “irritating” about Torode, and “even more irritating” about Wallace. But manners got the better of me, so I didn’t.

I’m intrigued by mate, but having read about the preparation I may give it a miss. I’ll add my favourite bit of mate trivia before leaving. It’s the bit about the South Africans around Groot Marisco, in case you were wondering. I have covered it before, I think, though I can’t find the post to confirm that. It’s a bit like the Burnley and Benedictine story. Or why they speak Welsh in Patagonia. Or Afrikaans.

I do love trivia. I quite like Argentina too, after watching today’s programme, but that’s mainly based on the fact that they eat a lot of meat. Even their truckstops serve barbecued beef.

On the other hand, I don’t like laundry and I don’t really care for six hours of decluttering, but it was my programme today, as dictated by Julia. (And yes, I have selected my words with care.) I did manage some deadheading, so it wasn’t an entire waste of a day.

Tomorrow we are starting our holiday, though we aren’t actually going away. Β I have a blood test tomorrow and have to book an X-Ray appointment for my left hand, which will probably see off another day. I was hoping for anti-inflammatories and a steroid injection rather than another bloody visit to the hospital.

More medical discussion tomorrow, for those of you who are interested. It’s nice to be able to discuss medical matters without the necessity of removing my trousers.


14 thoughts on “A Difficult Day

    1. quercuscommunity Post author

      The doctor was muttering about gout. I do hope not – arthritis is respectable and I have it in the other hand. Gout makes me think of indulgent living and is not quite as respectable. In ten days I will know. πŸ™‚

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  1. charliecountryboy

    Yes, forget the hospital, just give me the drugs! Why is it that the older we get the more we have remove our trousers yet when we were younger told to keep them on, life is cruel, but at least I don’t have to deadhead πŸ˜‰ Good luck at the hospital πŸ˜€πŸ˜€

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  2. tootlepedal

    I am pleased that you kept your trousers on. One must be thankful for small mercies. I can recommend watching the Tour de France on ITV4. It goes on for hours and nothing happens until right at the end. It is very calming.

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    1. quercuscommunity Post author

      Keeping my trousers on is one of those things that has become increasingly important as I have aged. I think it is a gesture appreciated by the medical profession too.

      I’m not good at watching cycling, as I keep shouting at them to make some effort and go faster. It seems, according to my sporting children, that I miss the point.

      Freewheeling down a mountain on a dodgy road surface protected by lycra and a plastic helmet is a sport for brave men.

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