Post 552: Plenty of laughter at the laughing fish.
A long day today had me running around from parlour to work to pub and all were successful and enjoyable.
First up and I was showered and fed before heading into the town centre to fight the roadworks and find a parking space local to Gary’s tattoo parlour.
Today was going to have the outline finished off up to my shoulder and a bit of black-tone shading on the specimens hiding in the undergrowth on my lower sleeve.
I was enjoying the buzz of the inky-needle and the chatter of the staff and me. It’s always the same, I get really comfy as I sit for the artist while he fills out the designs we’ve decided on. It was all over two quickly as another two hours buzzed by and I was needed up the town at the doctor’s surgery for another three-monthly hormone injection.
Before going to work I had a little lunch and while digesting the creamy Shropshire yellowy-blue cheese in a tiger-bread roll I flicked on the tv and with my Darling beside me asking to watch another part of the KDrama series were watching now, settled down for a while.
This current series is a whopping great long one as its hour long episodes are fifty-two in length.
Yep, 52 beautiful hours till learn the fate of the two family’s cantered in this story.
Already we’ve watched 4/5 episodes and the storyline has gripped us, so there’s no problem with it being a very long series, in fact we love the thought of it.
Work was better today and the worry of the back pain being the one true problem, with me sitting for the two hours at the computer nest, I felt that all the neck and rib pains were slightly better every day leaving me optimistic that I can be taken off the “worried list” and onto the “at last getting better” list.
I put the improving back-pain down to the new pills Duloxatine at 30mg for this miracle. There is an underlying problem to this pain which I ha vent mentioned before and that is my inability to cough very well. What I mean is that I can take a breath in but when I try to cough I struggle to exhale much air at all and my ribs hurt all the way around my chestybox. I really don’t know what’s going on and perhaps I should say something to my GP before it gets worse? Is it bad enough or not? I don’t know.
Anyway, the two hours at work were successful and I’ve asked for more new work to do as I’ve now completed the bits I was given as a full in. Although tomorrow will be the last day at work for a while because of the two weeks annual holiday booked (for the proposed trip north to our friends and family; now postponed).
It’s crap, I’d rather not talk over the lost holiday because I was so looking forward to the change of scenery and a few big (bug hugs) squashy hugs from our son and daughter-in-law and great friends Mama north and the musical maestro.
Moving on, the drive from work, now in the twilight at 5pm, was a new experience now the clocks have gone back but there’s still the same busy roads home. It’s lucky I have more movement in my body now as the blind spot glance is now easy to perform and increases my confidence obviously.
My Darling was nearly ready for the evening’s entertainment with Millibob, Mrs Millibob and the beautiful black ex-racing Ryder who is simply the quietest food-loving furry friend ever.
We got going after I changed out of my work gear and reapplied the special cream on my new outlined tat.
That done and we were off and rolling but within 500yds at the bottom of the street I saw a chance to sneak onto the mini-roundabout because looking right then a big look right I saw that the car coming onto the roundabout was dithering, it was only when I moved off seamlessly taking full advantage of the gap my Darling screamed “watch out for that ambulance”, as a massive yellow box on wheels overtook cars waiting to pass by on the far side of the road. Oops! My bad!
I squeezed by with the driver of the ambulance probably thinking I was a terrible opportunist (which I was) but honestly, I would have noticed if there was the siren, and if I bloody well looked twice to my left, damn it.
Accident averted, we headed north towards the pub and the meet up with the ‘bobs.
To say there was chatter was an understatement but it was lovely to catch up, talk clinical, talk holiday and eat and drink till we were busting, well I was for certain. I couldn’t resist the pâté, cottage pie and bread and butter pudding and custard; even though I said to myself not to have a pud tonight. What a lightweight I am, I’m a sucker for a sweet sweet.
Ryder was his usual best in his comfy fluffy bed that lifts his slim boney legs off the hard floor and was treated to some treats along the way for his quiet patience.
The food was excellent again, another lucky choice of venue and aptly named the Laughing Fish where we certainly laughed away the evening.
And apart from my showing off too much of my skin when I glossed lyrical about my very own wildlife peering out of the outlines into a more 3D fashion we all behaved ourselves and we especially enjoyed the ‘bobs’ company.
I wish they lived nearer.
I drove home happy but sad too, we have really enjoyed the meet-ups and hope that Sussex with its ups and Downs was treating the ‘bobs’ with all it can offer. It’s such a great place to live but it sings its own praise quietly but stubbornly, and as the Sussex moto “we wunt be druv” dictates.
So we say a fond farewell to the ‘bobs’ and hope the way back home is an easy ride, but come back soon to the Downs and the Unremarkable U’s.
Take care, sleep soundly.
