X Rays

For someone deprived of natural grace, elegance and the ability to walk in a straight line without tripping over my feet, I’ve – oh ye gods, don’t let me tempt fate – had surprisingly few x-rays in my life. A dislocated elbow, the incident with the garden chair that left me only with one and a half thumbs, a broken wrist following another incident with a quad bike, and this year’s teeth extraction. Not bad for three decades of clumsiness. And lest any of my friends object to this description, let me quickly inform you that I attempted to go into the bathroom in the wee (pun intended) hours of this morning through a closed door. The same door that’s been closed every night for three months now. (Tip: save on heating bills by closing doors in the winter.)

Year’s end

I’m feeling quite grumpy about the New Year, more so than I was about Christmas, which is unusual, even for me. 2011 hasn’t been my best year ever, but I said that about 2010 …

Another year, another load of water under the bridge - Montgomery Canal (12 November 2011)

Zzzzzzzzzzzz

I cannot think of a single thing to blog about that starts with the letter Z. On the plus side, this alphabet meme thingy has ended quite neatly on the last day of the year, so my blogging in 2012 will be back to normal. As in, I’m going to attempt to blog more often. Or maybe not. Sometimes I think about just packing it in, but I’m never sure if that’s the way forward or just my aforementioned gloom talking.