No good deed goes unpunished!

But before I explain that subject line, I would just like to say that today involved the neighbours hiring the world's most pleasant tree lopping company. Which is just as well, because no sooner had I stepped out the front door to get the post, absently pulling the door closed behind me, than the two lads stopped what they were doing and sang out warnings for me to avoid the large amounts of tree that were then littering my front garden.

I replied that I was all over that plan, and thanks for missing the letterbox, rosebush and fence, however, my current issue was that I had just locked myself out.

Which is why five minutes later you could have found me round the side of my house being hoisted up through the little gap in our security screens by a burly stranger in a high-vis vest. Going to the gym has turned out to be totally worthwhile! (And if people continue not to pay on my invoices, I will be able to turn to a life of crime pretty easily.)

Anyway, back to the topic. What I thought was mild tendonitis in my right arm turns out to be some sort of horrible nerve thing, which is caused either by over-use (95% likelihood) or by something ghastly in my neck (5%). I'm going with the over-use as it started back before Easter when I spent weeks sewing several hours a day to make a frock for a friend of mine, then it eased, then flared up badly when I went to work on a couple of new magazines in an office that is not ideally set up for me.

And I didn't even receive a box of choccies for the frock, nor has a single invoice been paid for the mag work despite the first of them being six weeks overdue! 

And who suffers? nursedarry! I still haven't finished her second bloody sock. And also about half the people waiting on comment replies from me as I can't type very well.

My brill physio thinks we will have it licked in a few weeks. Poor right side of my body. This is what happens when taxis slam into you – a lifetime of mank! Say no to running red lights into cyclists, my friends!