Pain. In every sense.
Technology pain:
Well, it's been a good long time since I last posted. I've been out on site at a new client with only an old skool dial-up internet connection to sustain me rather than the high speed broadband to which I have become accustomed.
*Sigh* I remember when we used to wait ten minutes to load up Roland on the Ropes from a cassette tape, and even then it would fail 2 times in 3. And now here I am complaining about waiting 20 seconds for a web page to appear.
Cooking pain:
Anyway. Despite the passage of time, there is very little to report. I harvested 3lbs of plums from the tree in the back garden. It's as old as dirt, so having a crop at all must be entirely down to the truly heroic amount of rain this year. I have made not-quite-jam. In other words, I've done all the boiling, mashing and straining steps, but haven't yet done the scary sugar-related stage in which I inadvertantly turn it into a solid block of purple rubber.
I've also made a most unsuccessful cherry and almond cake. All the cherries sank to the bottom, despite Mary Berry's assurance that rinsing and drying them would prevent this from happening. So the cake is 90% chewing through tedious sponge followed by 10% cherry nirvana.
Leg pain:
Running exploits have been limited - I strained a calf muscle which has kept me largely out of action (apart from the odd 3-miler) for three or four weeks. I eventually took the poorly leg to a sports masseur, who diagnosed shinsplints and then gave me 30 minutes of absolute and exquisite agony. But it appears to have worked. I compared notes with GB, who went to the same place a couple of weeks ago for a back strain, and we did a bit of pain one-upmanship. Thus:
J - He warned me before he started that breaking down shinsplints was famously painful.
GB - My back was really painful to fix, too.
J - I was grimacing with pain at some points.
GB - That's nothing. Mine was so painful I literally couldn't speak.
J - Couldn't speak? I was biting my own hand!
GB - Yeah, but you're just weak and feeble. Mine was real pain.
I'm now allowed to run 5 minutes, followed by 5 minutes of stretching, repeated over the course of 2 or 3 miles. This is somewhat tedious. Not to mention itchy - you stand still for 5 minutes to stretch off and the evening mozzies descend with great enthusiasm.
Cham-pain!
(Do you see what I did there?) Just an excuse to mention an event next week at Vertigo, the champagne bar at the top of Tower 42 (the old NatWest tower). Makes up for all the other pain, eh?
Well, it's been a good long time since I last posted. I've been out on site at a new client with only an old skool dial-up internet connection to sustain me rather than the high speed broadband to which I have become accustomed.
*Sigh* I remember when we used to wait ten minutes to load up Roland on the Ropes from a cassette tape, and even then it would fail 2 times in 3. And now here I am complaining about waiting 20 seconds for a web page to appear.
Cooking pain:
Anyway. Despite the passage of time, there is very little to report. I harvested 3lbs of plums from the tree in the back garden. It's as old as dirt, so having a crop at all must be entirely down to the truly heroic amount of rain this year. I have made not-quite-jam. In other words, I've done all the boiling, mashing and straining steps, but haven't yet done the scary sugar-related stage in which I inadvertantly turn it into a solid block of purple rubber.
I've also made a most unsuccessful cherry and almond cake. All the cherries sank to the bottom, despite Mary Berry's assurance that rinsing and drying them would prevent this from happening. So the cake is 90% chewing through tedious sponge followed by 10% cherry nirvana.
Leg pain:
Running exploits have been limited - I strained a calf muscle which has kept me largely out of action (apart from the odd 3-miler) for three or four weeks. I eventually took the poorly leg to a sports masseur, who diagnosed shinsplints and then gave me 30 minutes of absolute and exquisite agony. But it appears to have worked. I compared notes with GB, who went to the same place a couple of weeks ago for a back strain, and we did a bit of pain one-upmanship. Thus:
J - He warned me before he started that breaking down shinsplints was famously painful.
GB - My back was really painful to fix, too.
J - I was grimacing with pain at some points.
GB - That's nothing. Mine was so painful I literally couldn't speak.
J - Couldn't speak? I was biting my own hand!
GB - Yeah, but you're just weak and feeble. Mine was real pain.
I'm now allowed to run 5 minutes, followed by 5 minutes of stretching, repeated over the course of 2 or 3 miles. This is somewhat tedious. Not to mention itchy - you stand still for 5 minutes to stretch off and the evening mozzies descend with great enthusiasm.
Cham-pain!
(Do you see what I did there?) Just an excuse to mention an event next week at Vertigo, the champagne bar at the top of Tower 42 (the old NatWest tower). Makes up for all the other pain, eh?
posted by OboeJane at 3:59 pm
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