Flawed perfection

I tootled off to the doc, yesterday, to get an anti-pneumonia jab. While I was there I happened to mention the arthritis in my wrist was giving me gip (actually, it’s driving me bonkers!) and asked if he had any suggestions. The usual stuff wasn’t helping much. He did a bit of “hmmm”; told me to move it this way and that; heard me moan; pushed my thumb; heard me yelp, and then said, “That’s tendinitis.” Blinking heck. I’ll just add it to the list, shall I? I feel as though my warranty’s run out and now, slowly but surely, all my bits and pieces are breaking down, rusting out, falling off or going “bzzz pfffft” and emitting puffs of smoke. We used to own an upright freezer. The day after the...

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