A neighbour, chatting about his army service, suggested I just keep trying a little bit more at a time, so I get used to it. I couldn't agree with him more in principle. Been there, done the long, sometimes 24 hour days, grabbed a couple of hours on workbenches, travelled 8 to 10 hours to a job, burned the midnight/midday oil. Not complaining. It was magic. The difference now is I have bits of my bod that aren't entirely under my control, and grey matter that when it's had enough will just shut down. I mean. Poof! the lights go out.
But despite all that, it was nice to feel the old circuits click in. Masochistic, and pleasurable.
But (sigh!) I'm told I have to pull back a bit, or it's the 'H' word (spit! hospital!) Apparently they can do that. Whoever ''they" are. Noted.
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To quote Terry Pratchett, "it's an embuggerance".
I'll never cease to be amazed of his humour and uncanny insight well ahead of today's socio/economic world, all wrapped up in a flat world carried on the back of four elephants, on the back of a rather large turtle. Before you think "Nah, not my thing" -just try it. One book. Any. Please.
If you've never read any of his books, particularly his fiction series such as Discworld. I promise that if you don't end up giggling to yourself, you need two pads on your chest and someone shouting "Clear!". Actually, you might anyway :)
Dray xx
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