Monthly Archives: April 2015

“Exercise is good for you”?

As a reversal of my earlier post – which idiot said “Exercise is good for you”?

I’ve been exercising today doing the gardening and I kept having sweats, hot flushes, aching muscles and joints, raised temperature, increased breathing rate, etc which only went away when I sat down to rest.

So exercise gives you influenza-like symptoms, but resting removes them ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

Sounds to me like exercise is dangerous and sitting down is good. I think I’m duty-bound, for my own health, to sit down as often, and for as long, as possibleย ๐Ÿ˜€

Not all dead people were saints!

I feel like a rant – Why don’t nasty people die? I’m forever reading about how this person or that person who’s just died was a really wonderful, loving person. Why were they never mean, nasty buggers that deserved to die?

I once read in a local South Yorkshire newspaper about a “warm, loving, generous man” who’d just been murdered. They forgot to mention that he was a heroin addict, serial shoplifter, arsonist, mugger, and had been beaten to death by his shoplifting mates after ‘grassing’ on them all after I arrested him…

Just once I’d like people and newspapers to be honest – not all dead people were saints, some of them were real villains and the world is a better place without them!

An exciting parcel came in the post today

An exciting parcel came in the post today – a brand spanking new #4 weight fly rod from one of my many admirers. Actually it was a competition prize, but it’s more or less the same thing – somebody loved me enough to send me a new rod.
All I need now is to get out the vice and top up my fly box, and then get a new pair of waders, as the mice chewed holes in my old pair when they were hung up in the garage ๐Ÿ™
New rod, new flies, new waders, and big old fat trout hopefully ๐Ÿ˜€
P.S. And maybe a few pike and perch on a heavier rod too – and no, it was the waders hung in the garage, not the mice…ย ๐Ÿ™‚

Who says exercise doesn’t do you good?

Who says exercise doesn’t do you good? My daughter brought an exercise bike over to help me get fit and excercise my joints, as the arthritis was slowly winning the battle of my hips. ย ๐Ÿ™
An interesting side effect though has been my seriously high blood pressure which was checked today by one of our surgery’s Health Care Assistants and found to be a mere 116 over 74 – as near as perfect as I’ve had for years ๐Ÿ™‚
Here’s to a few more hundreds of kilometers pedalled on the maximum setting ๐Ÿ˜€

Nope – I’m still insane ๐Ÿ™

I’ve just come back from the mental health unit with yet another prescription and short period appointment date ๐Ÿ™ย I think it’s because I complained about the horrible muzak playing in the waiting room which they say has been especially selected to calm people.
Calm? It drives me to distraction. I want to kill the stupid Clayderman-type pianist and smash his piano…
On reflection… Perhaps that isn’t an entirely sane reactionย ๐Ÿ™‚

I don’t notice the birdsong around here any more as it’s a constant accompaniment to my life, I only notice it’s absence, such as when a hawk is overhead.

However there is one bird I hear which gives me more joy than any other; no not the Sparrows nesting above my window, though I do dearly love them – no the bird sound which brings me the most joy is that of the Woodpecker echoing around the garden.
I never heard them in Yorkshire, so to me the Woodpecker is fairly symbolic of this bit of rural Dorset, and it’s beautiful too – a bit like meย ๐Ÿ˜€

Even though the “Day of National Rejoicing” is still five days away (28th) I’ve just had a mystery parcel delivered which I assume is a birthday pressie ๐Ÿ™‚

My birthday coincides with Stoat Wobbling Day this year so it should be doubly fun compared to previous years. Remember the traditional cry of “Stoaty, Stoaty, Mr Stoat. Wibbly, Wobbly, Wob”. Always one of my favourite festivals is Stoat Wobbling Day ๐Ÿ˜€
Anyway, go ahead and prepare your street parties, banquets, festivals, tributes, etc and as “Guest of Honour” I’ll visit as many as I canย ๐Ÿ˜‰

Damn arthritis!!! My bloody shoulder has been giving me hell the last few days and it’s not even the one I broke ๐Ÿ™ย Despite filling myself with port and painkillers it woke me at 4:00am and I haven’t been able to get comfortable since.

My advice – live fast, live hard, and don’t get old…. ๐Ÿ™‚