Post doc hoc ergo propter hoc
The visit to the GP went well.
We discussed many things including (but not limited to) sex, drugs (but not rock and roll), driving, washing up, working, and G-Clamps.
The bottom line is that I’m going to be kicking around the house for a while.
Taking my drugs (of which I have many).
Enjoying gentle exercise.
And attempting to get on to Popmaster (which I smashed today with a first-round score of 24 points, and a game-, set-, and match-winning round two score of 39 points.
And the three-in-ten question was a doddle (for a change).
But my God Zoe Ball is… well… not up to snuff. Come back soon Ken.
The good news is that I can start riding the ZX10R, sensibly, from this weekend.
Though the practical side of my head says that my right wrist is going to start hurting after ten minutes.
Let’s face it, I can’t even type for ten minutes without my wrist starting to give me hell.
Still, I guess I can go ahead and renew the bike’s road tax from the end of this month (yes, I’ve had the Ninja for six months already!).
All I need is a plan to get me through the next few weeks.
*thinks*
Don’t know if you’ve seen the gossip columns, but Zoe Ball has just walked out on her husband, so I suspect her mind isn’t really on the job at the moment. Depending on how long you’re stuck at home for, NaNoWriMo next month?
That’s a good idea. Except that I shall be comfortably back at work next month. But thank you Caro