My shoulders are going to hate me!

I hadn't been out in the chair in three weeks and I struggle to keep my pushing muscles over any break, so, given I live on a quiet road that's almost exactly 100m, 8 times up and down it is almost exactly a mile. Of course half of it doesn't count as I'm freewheeling the 'down', but that just makes the 'up' count more! (Google Earth tells me there's a 4m difference between the top and bottom of my road, so that adds up to 32m vertically, or about 105 feet, which is a fair old hill to drag yourself up with your hands.)

When I wasn't doing that I was chopping up all the pruning I did yesterday. This was made harder by breaking my lopping shears. For some reason, rather than two blades they have a blade and a separate 'anvil', and the anvil got bent sideways yesterday. When I tried to straighten it by standing on it, it promptly broke. I think I can probably epoxy it in place as it's flat surface onto flat surface, but it meant doing everything with the garden shears, which have much less leverage. I managed to fill my garden wheelie bin with the branches, and the council promise they will be collected this week (i.e. tomorrow).

My next door neighbour was telling me he did a 25km bike ride the other day, which is possibly pushing exercising 'locally' to extremes. Apparently he'd been home 5 minutes, was sitting on the patio next to the bike while cooling down with a drink, and the rear tyre spontaneously exploded. He's lucky he didn't end up having to walk the bike home from 12km away. (Apparently it was a 4" split in the tube, and you're not going to fix that with a puncture repair kit!)

The grocery situation is approaching critical. It's not that I'm running out of food, I haven't actually touched the tinned stuff yet, it's that I'm down to my last two cans of beer! I can survive on spirits for a while, I've got an almost full bottle of Pernod and half full bottles of a few other things, but must see if I can put another Asda order in.