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Maggie Bob, The Amazing Human Pin Cushion

Time from the latest update from my ever amusing physiotherapy sessions..

Started off the same as normal, a basic progress update, a few tests of my back's mobility, then I was asked to lie face down, and the doctor spent about 10 minutes rubbing and prodding the top of my back. I was rolled over, and my spine was cracked again (yum!). Then came the interesting bit. I was told to move on to my front again, and the physio left the room, saying he would be back in a moment. Which he was. With a needle. Turns out he wanted to try some acupuncture - or to be more accurate, dry needling. So he popped the needle in the affected muscle, and said "I'll be back in a while" and left me for 6 minutes.

How weird.

Let's hope it helps!

Happy As A Hippo

I'm currently reading Stephen Fry's The Hippopotamus (given to me by a wonderful friend as a birthday present). I've been meaning to read more of Fry's stuff since I finished The Ode Less Traveled last year.

Some books are worth reading just because the plot is interesting, and the ability of the writer is not as important as their ability to tell a story (Dan Brown springs to mind). On the other hand, some books are so beautifully written that the plot becomes second fiddle (On Chesil Beach falls into this category). The Hippopotamus appears to be a bit of both. It's as beautifully written as the best of poetry, but the story is keeping me glued to the page (the glue having nothing to do with the horse bestiality scene - trust Gavin to pick a book that goes a step beyond, sexually).

Have picked up Moab Is My Washpot to read next (any ideas what the fuck that title is about?)

You Say You Want A Resolution

It must be January 1st, because every other advert is about losing weight, getting fit, sorting your finances, and giving up cigarettes. An arbitrary point in the solar calendar (surely the beginning/end of the year should fall a couple of days earlier, on midwinter?), and suddenly you want to change everything in your life that you don't like. Has anyone kept their resolutions since last year?

I resolve* to enjoy being a grown-up.
I resolve* to reinstate alphabet weekends (I'll update you on this, feel free to play along)
And I resolve* to keep this blog update and on track.

Happy New Year everyone.

*These resolutions are non-legally binding.

Hold Your Breath And Count To Ten, And Fall Apart And Start Again

This blog is losing it's direction, so I'm going to try to pull it back on track. Bear with me.

Anyway, I hope everyone had a lovely 'holiday' season (is that the politically correct way to refer to the non-specific denominational celebration?). I've been at my in-laws, which has been lovely - nice and peaceful, although that may just be in comparison to my huge and noisy family.

I've also reached a new number of candles on my birthday cake, yesterday. As a very dear friend of mine says, being a grown-up means you get to define what that means, which I think is some of the best advice ever. In the past year, I've caught glimpses of myself, and thought "Gosh, I'm a proper grown-up" and it's a strange, but also nice feeling. I make the rules in my life, but it doesn't mean I have to be dead serious all the time. I get to decide what brand of butter/shampoo/laundry powder I use, but I can still have friends round and play computer games. I have my own fridge to keep full of the foods I like, and I get to cover it with fridge magnets (including my new fridge poetry set - a birthday present from the husband).

There's no such thing as 'growing-up' really. You just get older, and gain some responsibilities, and in balance for that, you get more control of your own life. Viva adulthood!

Blogger Desktops

I've been tagged by Gavin to show my desktop, so here goes! Click for a larger picture













Unfortunately, I don't know anyone else on blogger to tag, so this line stops with me...

More backdated posts are waiting to be published, when I get a chance...

Saw This And Thought Of You

They really do make cards for everything these days. Among the vast collection of garish and overprice Christmas cards that I had to wade through, there was one with the caption "To Mum and her Boyfriend".

How about the following:

To Dad & Dad (I'm sure this one probably exists)
To a wonderful mistress
For my bastard son (do we still use the term bastard now-a-days?)
To my Gran and her non-romantic companion
I lost the sweepstake and had to buy you this card, boss
Merry Coke-mass - To My Dealer

Okay, as you can see, I'm running out of funny ideas...