There have been a few things of note over the last few days. I had an email from the Royal Mail. They are still investigating my complaint and will get back to me soon. It’s already two weeks and my complaint was that they made it very difficult to talk to them and sort things out when they went wrong. They are rather proving my point for me.
I’ve just been reading an interesting bit on the internet, A well-known advocate of exercise and green lifestyle reveling how they decided to give up their car and use a bike and train for their 40 mile commute to work. Personally, I think the green alternative is to move house. Their lifestyle wouldn’t be quite as pleasant but it would be greener, and next time they criticise me for driving, I might be more inclined not to use the word hypocrite.
Northamptonshire Red Cross Flag
Yesterday I injected myself. I think I’ve missed a week, so I’m going to make more use of my diary. I use injector pens – gather a pad of fat (not difficult, I confess), press the plunger firmly to the flesh, try not to whimper. When you hear the second click it’s over and you can stop. This time, however, was different. There was no first click, very little feeling of being stabbed by a blunt nail, no whimpering and then . . . a click. I’m fairly sure it was the second click, as the needle had retracted and the cover had engaged. It was very strange, though it became stranger when, about an hour later, I suddenly felt a stabbing pin where the injection had been. It’s almost like my brain and my abdominal fat are in different Time Zones.
Photos – more paper flags.
Mayoresses Fund
And again . . .
It’s Wigan, by the way.
Stabbing pain at the injection site does not sound good, Simon. I don’t remember what it is that you are injecting.
I got my flu shot today. The arm was a little sore for a while, but seems to be better tonight.
It’s an immunosuppressant to keep my arthritis under control. Usually it hurts more when the pen activates. Very strange this time. I’ve had no other reaction so it seems OK now.
I still have to book flu nd Covid, and maybe move my Shingles vaccination. So many needles!
This here nonsense above (Derrick & Toots) is what we Jersey Girls call a pissing contest. lol
I think we should get them on a podcast. 🙂
My commute to work involved a five minute walk for many years. Then I moved to a school six miles away. As my children were still going to the school which I had just left, it didn’t seem sensible to move house. I wasn’t a cyclist in those days so I soon ran up 31,000 miles before moving back to the five minute walk job.
I never realised there was a time before you were a cyclist. Six miles is reasonable. Forty miles, particularly when lecturing people on being green, is less acceptable in my view.
I took to cycling when I retired.
It seems to suit you.
My 120+miles commute from Newark involved a walk to the station, a train to Kings Cross, then a run along Regent’s canal for 5 miles to Little Venice. My return journey was a walk to the Underground Station, a ride on the tube back to Kings Cross, by train to Newark, then a walk home. The man who does 40 miles is a wimp