Velcro, Mary Poppins and the Others

Grim times.  Another attempt at running last week led to a quick abort and walk home.  No problems cycling so did 20miles on a lovely sunny afternoon.  Last night thought I'd give it a try again and, although a bit tight, held up well and this morning felt a lot better.  Full of confidence I trotted downhill this evening for 1km, nice and easy and as the road levelled off: rip, the sensation of separating Velcro accompanied by pain. Turned around and walked home. After plentiful applications of ice it doesn't feel too bad, so maybe I've just completed the injury and it will get better now
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To make the day complete then noticed my bike's back tyre was flat.  No wonder it was hard work cycling home, I thought it was the wind.  The really annoying thing was that having taking the back wheel off, disentangling wheel, brake pads,chain, derailleurs and lord knows what,  I discovered that the inner tube was half inflated but not punctured at all. I think some blighter must have let my tyre down.  Man or goose?

Finished reading Storm of Swords: Blood and Gold   (Book 3 part 2) of George RR Martin's Song of Ice and Fire.   Brilliant ending.   Couple of times while reading it I have fallen off my chair in shock or astonishment.  About to start the next part (Feast for Crows) and the second TV series starts soon (still called Game of Thrones I assume).

So life's not all bad.   Except Cameron is still Prime Minister and looks like Looney Lansley's Health Bill is going to become law.   Lunatics and Asylums. 

Only one thing left to say:  Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.