Spotting on the Sandbach to Chester Railroad by wyleu

Yesterday was not a good day.

It started with a shoulder that objected strongly to the way I slept and in the early morning contemplation of my fine physical form I looked as thou I was turning to the left and banking heavily. It hurt as well. My left ear had in an act of solidarity decided to keep up it's fairly constant level of infection and as such it made the leaning to the left all the more complicated because I can't hear on that side. 

When you are the possessor of a finely tuned body that screaming hordes of teeny-boppers will cross counties to observe, you can't have one side hogging all the limelight. So in what can only be described as a breathtaking act of expansion, the ear, having set up permanent residence, instituted a basic federal tax system and half decent drains has diversified and decided to institute a session of conjunctivitis in the right eye.

So aching and feeling particularly sorry for myself, the lecture from a policewoman on the relative safety risks of scooting a bike down an empty railway platform, merely added to the sense of injustice and the good solid bang on the head from trying to look out of the kitchen window merely confirmed that this was the sort of day when a confluence of lay lines and biorhythms just plain had it in for me. 

Racing home to meet my sons teacher for parents evening, only to discover that althou' he has some good points, the issues on which he's weak seem to be only addressed by nothing more than an occasional word, finally lit the fuse and it wasn't long before I was explaining my views on the inadequacies of the teacher to the headmistress. 

So all in all a day to forget. Luckily nothing else happened to interupt my sense of self pity, apart from my mother ringing me up to tell me my father has prostate cancer *. They do pick there moments don't they?

* Actually the prognosis is pretty good and he treats it almost as a relief to know what's wrong rather than anything too serious, so this is not as bad as it may seem. He's a tough old bird and the excellent medical help is as confident as they can be for man borne just before the second world war.