L says she’s not counting (although she does have a
spreadsheet) but it’s 2738 days to retirement. I assume that’s to the state
date as she’s on about going part time from May this year. That’s just 181 days
I see some mince pie flavoured chocolate digestives in Sainsbury’s, which is just wrong.
On Sunday I was on call for some testing one of our
customers was doing but they never contacted me, so I assumed it either didn’t
happen or it went well. Then on Tuesday when I get in the office it is to find
loads of emails from the same people after something went wrong when they
started testing it on Monday night. Nothing like thorough planning.
On Tuesday afternoon I have my latest physio which was a bit
pointless really. The ‘main’ physio didn’t really know why I’d been referred
back to him from ‘movement’ physio and nor did I. He offered to refer me back
to again but I declined. I’m beginning to feel as if I’m the ball in a game of
He did offer me a painkilling injection which I also declined,
so instead he gave me yet more exercises but mostly variations on the current
ones. I’ve just got to keep building up gently, which is code for not running
with the Lad. They will keep my case open for six months then it will be closed
if I don’t request another appointment.
I’m on the bike on Wednesday which is the same day L’s Dad moves into the care home.
(Wednesday 10th November)