Ooh, ouch, one day to do everything

[desperance]

Woke up this morning, my shoulder really hurts. Deep inside, the way it does; almost enough for me to break out the Tens machine, for the first time this year. Absolutely enough for me to pack the Tens machine, in case it gets worse in strange beds. (Maybe it'll get better. Who knows?)

Anyway: hurty shoulder, but today is the day I don't have to work. Yay!

Because today is the day when I have to clean All The House. Boo!

Because tomorrow is the day when I have to get up at OMG o'clock and go to the railway station and catch trains to Cambridge, in order to be driven to Staffordshire. This may not make a great deal of sense topologically, but internally it does; you only need to factor in the fact that I don't actually know where Staffs is, but I can find my way to Cambridge. As long as there's a train.

And then after a long weekend it's back to Cambridge, and then down to Heathrow to collect Karen, and then on to Glastonbury, and then back to London, and then up to Cambridge, and then home for four days. And then Paris.

Oy. You see why I moan and whine such a lot? I have to clean my house. With a hurty shoulder.

(Oh: just to make the point all the more clear, this is where we'll be staying in Staffs.)