last week

Well, last week was an interesting one for me, not that it started well. The first thing I did on Monday morning was fall up the steps at the station. I’m still trying to train a new pair of shoes to fit on my feet at the moment and frankly it isn’t going well.

As well as chafing mighty sores the size of Wembley football pitch into the back of my ankles, I can’t seem to get them to walk in the same direction as my feet. The shoes had seemed such a good idea at the time, five minutes in Brantano and I’d located a pair roughly the right colour and an absolute bargain. It only took a moment to try them on and decide they were good enough. I should know better!

To be fair, half of the problem is that I’m not used to wearing shoes. For the last ten years I’ve always worn boots – never shoes. On a whim, then, I decided that I should wear shoes to work now that I’m approaching 39, perhaps it’s time to start being a bit more grown up.

That brings me back to the station at 8 last Monday morning trying to steer these razor lined, glass bottomed canoes that weigh three tonnes each, up a set of steps in front of a hoard of impatient commuters. I fell straight over knocking my left knee three metres to the left and grazed my hand bad enough that if I’d been a horse at the Grand National, the next thing I’d have seen would have been a man in a brown coat and flat cap holding a pistol.

“It’s OK, I’m fine!” I shouted into thin air as a crowd of people pushed past, huffing and tutting at the fat buffoon who had held them up for 10 seconds with his ridiculous lack of coordination. Not one offer of sympathy or help came my way, whereas a mountain of hatred and impatience was thrown at me for being in their way.

Still, I survived and through a great deal of comfort and support given by my private healthcare clinics (Subway and Wetherspoons pubs), my counselling is nearly complete.

Later in the week I found myself in Cambridge as previously discussed and discovered the actual answer to the problem that even Einstein couldn’t answer, which is nice!

Finally, I was asked to spend a lot of effort at work ripping out the whole of the Northern section of our Network. In a bizarre twist of fate, I was befriended on Facebook this week by Debi, who was my boss when we put all the equipment into these sites, but who I haven’t heard from for years. It was a complete coincidence, but when I heard from her on the very day that I was removing all the data at these places I couldn’t help but shake my head at how odd life can be.

Now I sit and wonder what will come this week? What next in my fast paced world of trivia? If I can get those new shoes working OK, I reckon things will be just fine.