On The Bench

Not doing very well at the moment as far as actual walks are concerned. I’m just recovering from man-cold-flu-pneumonia-pestilence and following a specially energetic and extended game of Peggle De-Luxe on the computer Saturday night, I found that my right knee has completely seized-up like an unused handbrake and refuses to move very much from the “leg fully extended” position. Any attempt to persuade it into any other position results in much bad language and some screaming. So I’ve learned not to try.
My GP says that its either inflamed or the inevitable result of not drinking enough whisky and doing foolish and over-energetic activities such as washing up, talking to the dog and trying to remember other people’s birthdays.

So, I have to rest the knee for a week and I’ve got some lovely new tablets to go with all the others I take every day.
Various appointments and meetings have been cancelled.
If the car would start (it won’t , due to not being used for two weeks), I wouldn’t be able to drive it anyway. I am soothed somewhat by the thought that the petrol in the tank increases in value exponentially with each day that passes and, that at some point, I’ll be able to sell the stuff back to Saudi Arabia and buy a wind-generator/power station to be built in full view of Holyrood…..
Hopefully, it won’t be too long before I can return to the hills, but In the meantime, I am doomed to fester with Radio Newcastle in the background.
Another game of Peggle, I think……