Last night went quite well, part from the possibility of sciatica. The seats and hard, the arms are confining and the talk was a decent length – not too long but still a bit troublesome for a man with a touch of sciatica. I thought I’d shaken it off but it’s been sneaking back. Fortunately it manifests itself as a dull ache, which is a far cry from the lancing pains I had a month ago. Less food, more exercise . . .
I managed to open a safe today. I’d opened it on Monday by using wedges and had popped the lock. There was nothing of value in it, so that was a waste of time. It’s only plastic – a piece of novelty interest from the 1960s. It’s also disguised as a book, which probably offers a much higher degree of security than the ageing plastic. For some reason one of the others decided to shut it again. I like to think it’s a tribute to my deft handling that this also allowed to lock to snap shut. Who shuts a lock just after someone has spent 5 minutes opening it?
Fortunately, there are only six possible combinations, and these were all listed on the accompanying instruction sheet. As luck would have it I had to try all six before finding which one worked.
I have just been reading a catalogue from a medal auction. There are some tremendous stories in there. Obviously you get stories of heroism and selflessness, but there were also recipients who were involved in a railway disaster, a murder trial and a fatal cycling accident in the 1890s – run over by a traction engine whilst out on his bike. The stories, as I have said before, are what interest me.
That’s all for now – it’s time for bed and I’m still struggling to recapture the old form where I could do 500 words on any subject, and do it quickly. Now I’m struggling to do 250 at twice the time.
Sciatica does not encourage the creative spirit in any way. You get admiration for posting at all when by rights you should be lying down crying.
I’ve been very lucky with it. When it was at its peak I couldn’t sit, lie or stand in comfort. Fortunately it seemed to subside after a few days and with care and movement I have avoided it for few weeks now.
There is nothing wrong with 250 words. I hope the sciatica is less painful today, and you are doing better. The plastic book safe sounds intriguing!
The medal stories, I agree, sound like they are very interesting. The cycling accident in 1890 – I would not have expected that one – sounds there is quite a story behind it. Cycling accidents are all too common these days.
If you read stories relating to Victorian policing a frequent incident was a bolting horse with a delivery van attached. Accidents seem to evolve as we do. 🙂
That is true. The worst accident I read about here was a group of cyclists traveling on a back road. A logging truck went by, and sucked a woman cyclist under it. She was dragged 2 miles before the driver was aware she was under there. She didn’t survive.
They are just so big. I remember when I started driving and was surprised how much they made my car move when passing on the motorway.
Sometimes, 250 words are all you need. Bravo for opening the safe and glad to read your sciatica isn’t too bad.
When you put it like that I feel positively lucky! 🙂
It’s that old American optimism. 😉
That’s what I thought, but I decided to give you the benefit of the doubt . . . 🙂
Tee-hee!
🙂