Finished the course of Diclofenac on Saturday. My hand now hurts like hell except for when I have ice on it. Back to the doctor tomorrow ( Read more... )

Snapped a "D" string yesterday. Doing GP's Watch The Moon Come Down which has accounted for several dead strings in the past and no doubt will do for more in the future. So I spent a few hours worrying about how I'd find time to fit a trip up to Roka's around my Diabetes Clinic appointment ( Read more... )

PC is somewhat dodgy at present. The mouse is erratic and the only thing that has changed according to the system info is the soundcard. I suspect it's simply something come loose as it seems to affect two things on physically adjacent ports. I haven't been up to taking the case apart today, and tomorrow is Brixton Splash, so I may well not be able ( Read more... )

In my wilderness this afternoon was a spider traversing the gap between the laurels and the bins using a single span of silk. The just shy of two metre gap. A spider no more than four millimetres long.

I was impressed.

Don't children have volume controls?

As they do the final circuits before the finish in the Champs-Élysées a few musings on road cycling ( Read more... )

Diabetes Clinic this afternoon. I'm getting back under control but we're upping the glicazide, so I'm now on 12 tablets a day between the various meds for this and that. Unfortunately that also probably means more weight gain as a side effect, at least initially. It's all two steps forward and three steps back. Then in a few years the diabetes will ( Read more... )

One of the reasons I like it here in Angell Town is the local kids. Like all kids they can be a bit of a pain in the proverbials, but that's the same the world over, and I see it as part of their job description. However this lot seem, by and large, to be aware that they are annoying and are generally apologetic about it ( Read more... )

I'll start with the snails. Jimi (with the psychedelic shell) has now spent 48 hours hiding behind the brambles part way up the garden wall. Elvis (the biggest snail) is hiding under a few weeds behind the shed. All the others (Bob, Buddy, Kurt, Tupac, Sid and Jim) are nestling close together between the shed and Bin Nevis, except for Marc who has ( Read more... )

Yes, well. I've not really got anything to say yet. This journal may feature snails. It may well eventually contain the occasional rant. It might contain quips, anecdotes and witticisms. However none of that is going to happen until after I've had a good night's sleep.