Nov 16 2015

Interesting little chats with Rosie after the awful awful goings on in Paris on Friday. We've done religion, prospect of terrorists in London, prospects of terrorists landing on the beach in Sheringham and even all out WW3. I guess that, whoever is ultimately responsible for the cowardly attacks, is kind of hoping that such fears are being sewn in the minds of the western world. 

In truth I have no answers for Rosie, other than my genuine/foolish idea that everyone should get together for a game of cricket, have a nice cup of tea and have a chat about why we're not getting on so well. It's better than shooting innocent people or dropping bombs.

Not that I'd be on the cricket team just now. Hopefully I'll have some better news later this week about operations and the likely hood of actually going back to work.

Starting to get very frustrated about my inability to do things. I keep thinking that my days could be spent doing much more constructive "stuff", then I tweak my shoulder and realise most constructive things are out of the question. Eg - yesterday I got the leaf rake out to clear the front garden of next doors oak leaves and I simply can't do the job. Hardly the forefront of pushing the boundaries but it's damned annoying. I don't suppose my injury is any worse than it was in Aug but there's a cumulative lack of sleep and continual nagging pain that makes it feel like things have been getting slightly worse day by day.

Going to start getting the peloton together for next summers big ride in the next few days - that should give me a bit of a target to return to normal fitness!