No post tonight...

Tonight, I am not posting anything. I have a trapped nerve in my shoulder.

Yesterday I went to the chiropractor's.
Maria has been chiropractising for the last 10 years and she is good. While she is wringing my neck, lifting my left foot over my head, bouncing me up and down on the massage table, we talk about all sorts. Her receptionist who is late. The forthcoming tapas bar. Her Greek classes.
And then I scream a little.
"This is gonna hurt! Trust me, I am a policeman's wife!
And then I laugh a little.

I sit in front of the computer but I cannot really relax. The pain travels from the back of my neck to my fingertips and back. Like toothache!

Why don't I go home?

A French chef friend of mine rings me.
"Phil and I are at the pub. Fancy lunch?"
"Fifteen minutes! Order me whatever you are having. No wine. Just a juice!"
The pub in a little village neaby is quiet when I arrive. Mind it doesn't get any livelier. I am subdued.

Phil and my Froggie friend have already started on the Argentinian wine. Norton Malbec.
The dinner comes. Fish and chips. I joke that I don't like fish.

Half way through the meal they convince me that the red wine will do my shoulder a great lot of good. I pour myself half a glassful.

We talk about food, wine, past druken gatherings and finish off with an espresso.

My trapped nerve is still trapped and so am I.

I cannot be bothered to do anything. I just go home and sit watching the telly. Boring! I read a bit. The book is too heavy (in weight).
I try to draw. Nothing materialises.

So I decide not to post tonight. That's it! You were warned.