I had a bit of an accident on Friday. I fell up some steps in the pub and I wasn't even drunk. The result is that my right leg and foot (and knee) is painful and swollen and I can hardly walk. It is a bit of an inconvenience because I am installing those stone dogs on Tuesday and there is no way I can climb up ladders - or even onto the back of the delivery truck - but I have a cunning plan which involves standing on the ground and pointing my finger at a comparatively young man whilst telling him what to do. I intend to do that as much as possible in what remains of my working life.
I seem to be misunderstood a lot at the moment here in Blogland, but I suppose that is quite common for everyone at some point during their glittering careers. Maybe what I find funny is not to everyones' taste, and maybe people see personal attacks in what I see as light-hearted joshing.
Did you read the reactions to my comment over on John's about a postman sticking his arm through the cat-flap, knowing there to be about half a dozen dogs on the other side? Have you ever heard of, or can you ever imagine such a thing?? One follower suggested that I should not visit blogs if I am going to leave such negative comments, and John himself (reacting to my saying - jokingly- that I thought he was making it up) told me that it was not funny. Well I thought it was. I still do. Update - I have just been deleted. Hey ho...
I have lost my sense of humour quite badly recently, so I have been trying to refresh it in the last couple of days. I occasionally find myself turning into Lenny Bruce (but not as clever) in his latter days of stand-up, and I saw how that worked out for him. Colonel Blimp hasn't helped but he is easy to override - if not ignore - until he spouts dangerous rubbish about things which really matter to everyone but him.
So after Tuesday I am shutting the factory down and having a rest which I do not really deserve, and will spend more time with my family. Don't read anything sinister in that, please.