I appear to have shetland ponied my back.

No doubt heaving the caravan around yesterday didnít help Ė for most of the journey I hitched it to the back of the Gruntmobile and towed it, but the getting-in-and-out-of-the-driveway bits are manual operations and I suspect thatís when it happened. Itís a shame because Iím supposed to be using the caravan this weekend, but if there isnít some dramatic back-getting-better going on fairly soon, it isnít going to happen. Whatís worse is that not only was this going to be the caravanís last outing for the season, itís the birthday party of my ickle godsonís big bruvver as well.

Did I mention that Iíve been told Iím going to have an operation on my carpal-tunnelled wrist? Between five and eight months to wait now apparently. I was warned that between now and then Iím going to lose grip and dexterity in the fingers on that hand, and itís true Ė I keep dropping things, and yesterdayís blog Ė where I was a bit tired on top of it all Ė took me an age to write, I kept hitting the wrong keys and having to go back and retype. Iím trying not to let it get to me, but most of my working life is spent bashing a keyboard; of my hobbies, I havenít sent any morse code (my favourite bit of the ham radio thing) for nearly a year, and assembling a circuit board or holding a soldering iron is impossible.

Anyway, the extra-strong pain killer thingies are starting to cut in now, so I think Iíll go and tick-tock curly wurly cuckoo wibbleÖ

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