Sometimes when I go hunting for a particular song on Youtube I end up wandering about the site, failing at every turn. And you know what? I always seem to end up with the old lady on the pedestrian crossing who attacks a BMW with her hand bag. Not sure what that says about me. In self-vindication, I can say that I always laugh. A lot.
Trouble is, it all takes time and now I’m panting for a glass of wine and a bit of telly.
Quickly, then. I went to the clinic and they were greatly pleased with me. I’ve lost 2 kilos in weight and my bloods check out reasonably well. Cholesterol fine. Liver fine. Glucose… marginal. I’m to go back for another blood test in four weeks time and will be sent off for a glucose tolerance check to the local hospital if I haven’t got my act together by then. It was probably a blip, so they say. Blood pressure still steady and normal. Lungs fine, and my experience with the pre-Christmas ‘flu/cough is absolutely average. Thought so. Not that I’m too happy with that as a diagnosis–I reckon on being better than average. I have agreed to attempt a weight reduction of three stone by diet and exercise and shall be rewarded with a course of Orlistat to take off another three stone. That’ll make a total of 84 pounds/38 kilos. That’ll do me, chances are. There’s a cute little saying going the rounds that amounts to “I’d like to be thin one more time before I die.” A deal of truth in that, though I reckon I can do it two or three times.
Home, to find Graham playing with cork tiles and with his new blog. He seems to be doing fine with both of them and the edges of the tiling are marching steadily around the hall. I never fail to be amused at the way people think small rooms go faster than big ones. There’s just as many edges in a small room as in a big one, in round terms, and those in a hallway are generally complicated by doorways and odd architraves. It’s getting done.
His blog is getting done, too. He started on Facebook, got into ‘notes’, and then came to realize that blogs might be better. We’ll see. If he gets into it, and if he agrees, I’ll put a link to it in my sidebar. He doesn’t read mine, never has.
And now, on a day with blue skies and a lovely sun who put his hat on and came out to play, I really, really want my wine.
Cheers!
