Living to fight another week
Today I find myself over the worst of my near-death man-flu experience, but still without any physical energy at all. It’s a good job I work in a typical twenty-first century occupation – slumped at my desk in front of a computer screen for a reason beyond comprehension – rather than in an iron smelting works or anything that requires me to lug things about all day, or else I may have had to take the day off. So, for one day only, I am delighted at the decline in our glorious manufacturing heritage. I tried to walk up to a colleague’s office earlier, and the resultant strain on my body was akin to a solo assault on Kilimanjaro, so I have decided to seek refuge at my desk and communicate with others using only email for the rest of the day.
In the end I didn’t run the Great Manchester Run. I could barely climb the stairs at home without collapsing in a breathless heap, so it was fairly unlikely that I’d have managed to run to Old Trafford and back. St John Ambulance have enough problems without my wheezing body lying stiff and prone in the back of their van. So now I need to fend off the angry mob of people who sponsored me to do it by finding another 10k to run…
The week ahead is fairly light in terms of Council meetings. The committees and such are all still sorting themselves out, and won’t get going properly for another week or three. In the meantime there is ongoing casework and party malarkey to deal with. It was the post-election thank-you party for all of our many helpers and supporters at the weekend. I wasn’t there due to being shivering and moaning like a girl at home at the time, but I hear it went down a storm.
I hope everyone has a nice week.
Rick
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