The wonders of advertising were revealed to me again on the train this morning. Three elderly ladies were comparing insurance quotes for their houses. The issue that they had was not the cost of their policy, like most they were resigned to that. The concern was the extras and in particular worldwide travel cover “that covers the whole world”. Not just European cover you understand, these policies covered the whole world! Firstly I have to say that no insurance covers the whole world, they tend to exclude places that start with Ira. . . But more importantly these are people whose biggest trip is an annual visit to London! Nonetheless they were looking to change policies because they could get more for the same cost with someone else. It’s amazing how successful the lure of ‘free’ can be.
I didn’t report that on Friday I indulged in a favoured game of misinformation. As I went to get off the train a couple were studying my arm and asked “what does it say?”. In truth the tattoo in question proclaims “British and Best” but a better answer seemed to be “Baghdad 2005”. After some brief comments on the misery of war the doors opened and we went our separate ways. Funny that they never commented on the scar on righty. . . .
Ms Nature has me firmly in her sights of late. I think I may have angered her as I start to think about getting my life restarted and drawing a line under the accident. In yet more evidence that she is a malevolent force, all injuries are playing up in unison. It is like Ms Nature has contacted the union of disaffected body parts and they are taking action. The wrists are aching and I have noticed an increase in stabbing pains but that has always been on the cards. My left shoulder and knee seem to plot failure overnight along with the wrists.
Getting up in the morning now involves exercises to get the feeling back into my left arm. I then take tenuous steps on the left leg as it tries to collapse. Even lifting the kettle is a two handed operation first thing in the morning. The real pearler amongst this is the donor site on my right leg which has come out in sympathy! The scar has toned down no end and is generally well behaved but it is now red, angry and sore. Just in case Ms Nature should read my blog I would like to remind her that this remains my body, I’ve had it for forty years and I am the boss.