Zonked
Week from Monday 30th September 2024 - The Elite Men's Road Race at the UCI WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS was a pretty exciting seven hours in the saddle, and a pleasant enough way to fill most of a Sunday. But we should have guessed by now that ANY race that's got TADEJ POGAČAR in it would be won by Tadej Pogačar! Our Squinchy was robbed of a Bronze Medal in the final sprint, chiz chiz.
On Friday, I'm orf up the Horse Pickle for an armful of good ol' PAMIDRONATE and a lot of 'PATIENT WAITING'...
Week from Monday 7th October 2024 - WON YLTNEREFFID SEVOM EMIT...and another thing, TIME seems to move differently now, especially in the mornings. Days are longer but weeks are shorter. Or is it the other way 'round?
Today, I'm popping 'round to the pharmacy to partake of the autumnal COVID and FLU vaccination programme. Experience shows that I'll be ZONKED OUT for at least a day or two afterwards.
Forty-eight hours later... and I've slept off the worst of the achy tiredness, the chemical odour, the retching and loss of appetite, and my temperature and blood pressure are back to normal. Whatever 'NORMAL' is these days! I FEEL a lot better anyway...
In the wake of HURRICANE MILTON, there was a most amusing cock-up with the BBC WEATHER app, leading people across the UK to expect WIND SPEEDS of tens-of-thousands of miles-per-hour and a TEMPERATURE of over four hundred degrees centigrade! I can only assume that someone put a decimal point in the wrong place, or maybe they took their readings on the surface of VENUS ?!!?
Another Friday and another visit up the Ho's Spittle, to do a walk-in BLOOD TEST ahead of next week's phone-in CLINICAL REVIEW. Hopefully, the jabsful of OTHER STUFF earlier in the week won't have had too much effect on my blood chemistry readings... There was a change of 'venue' this week, as the usual 'walk-in' box on LEVEL B had a queue of too many ticket holders for them to be able to tackle everyone before twelve. So they sent some of us up to LEVEL C instead. Much corridor-plodding ensued.
I then took a bus down to Commercial Road HMV, to avail myself of the recently reissued "NICK MASON'S FICTITIOUS SPORTS", being to all intents and purposes a long-lost CARLA BLEY album. With Robert Wyatt. And Chris Spedding. And Gary Windo. And Steve Swallow. And not a trace of anything that sounds like Pink Floyd! Joyfully eccentric stuff, getting a big 'thumbs-up' from Yours Mintilly, but I'm wondering what the Floydyfans made of it at the time...?
On Friday, I'm orf up the Horse Pickle for an armful of good ol' PAMIDRONATE and a lot of 'PATIENT WAITING'...
Week from Monday 7th October 2024 - WON YLTNEREFFID SEVOM EMIT...and another thing, TIME seems to move differently now, especially in the mornings. Days are longer but weeks are shorter. Or is it the other way 'round?
Today, I'm popping 'round to the pharmacy to partake of the autumnal COVID and FLU vaccination programme. Experience shows that I'll be ZONKED OUT for at least a day or two afterwards.
Forty-eight hours later... and I've slept off the worst of the achy tiredness, the chemical odour, the retching and loss of appetite, and my temperature and blood pressure are back to normal. Whatever 'NORMAL' is these days! I FEEL a lot better anyway...
In the wake of HURRICANE MILTON, there was a most amusing cock-up with the BBC WEATHER app, leading people across the UK to expect WIND SPEEDS of tens-of-thousands of miles-per-hour and a TEMPERATURE of over four hundred degrees centigrade! I can only assume that someone put a decimal point in the wrong place, or maybe they took their readings on the surface of VENUS ?!!?
Another Friday and another visit up the Ho's Spittle, to do a walk-in BLOOD TEST ahead of next week's phone-in CLINICAL REVIEW. Hopefully, the jabsful of OTHER STUFF earlier in the week won't have had too much effect on my blood chemistry readings... There was a change of 'venue' this week, as the usual 'walk-in' box on LEVEL B had a queue of too many ticket holders for them to be able to tackle everyone before twelve. So they sent some of us up to LEVEL C instead. Much corridor-plodding ensued.
I then took a bus down to Commercial Road HMV, to avail myself of the recently reissued "NICK MASON'S FICTITIOUS SPORTS", being to all intents and purposes a long-lost CARLA BLEY album. With Robert Wyatt. And Chris Spedding. And Gary Windo. And Steve Swallow. And not a trace of anything that sounds like Pink Floyd! Joyfully eccentric stuff, getting a big 'thumbs-up' from Yours Mintilly, but I'm wondering what the Floydyfans made of it at the time...?
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