What on earth can this picture be of? It looks totally disgusting doesn't it? 
Well...
Alex Lester of BBC Radio 2 is opening a Slap My Top Knees Gallery and you can Email your knees to him. This sounds fun so here is my email to Alex:
Here are my knees:
They are (a squillion*) years and (eleventy*) months old and as you can see, they get knocked around a bit. They belong to a clumsy woman and their ambition is to stop being bruised and otherwise injured by the ineptitude of their owner, to stay healthy in their joints and to live a long and happy life.
Oh sorry, that's a bit more than 40 words. Hope this doesn't disqualify my poor old knees!
Love,
Penny (aka Black Cat)"
Alex also has a blog here. His show is totally zany and I often listen to it when I can't sleep.
In other news, I had three tubes (vials, phials?) of blood stolen on Friday of last week but haven't had the results yet. It was touch and go how I was going to get to the surgery, because I woke up in the morning with a painful right arm. I thought, "What the...?" and then had a vague memory of waking up during the night saying "Ouch". I am often a restless sleeper and I think what must have happened was that I was thrashing around and banged my arm against the wall or my bedside chest of drawers. Anyhoo, I knew I would be in trouble if I got the bus and it lurched when I got up to get off and I instinctively grabbed hold of something with my right hand. Pinky had a guest and they had planned to go to a boot** sale on that Friday but I thought it was worth giving him a call. Fortunately the plans had changed and he was able to pick me up and bring me back. Whew! Thank you Pinky.
Then the other day I twisted the wrist awkwardly while trying to wash my left underarm so it hurt even more. Then, would you believe, I woke myself up yesterday morning by bashing my right arm against the side of the bed! Grrrrrrrrr! It now hurts like hell. I'm doing self-orthopoddy again... Have I ever mentioned that I'm clumsy, even in my sleep?!?
It's nearly time for Doctor Who (whoo hoo!) so I'll be off now, but before I go I'd just like to say how sad I am for the people of Burma. As if they didn't have enough troubles before.
Alex also has a blog here. His show is totally zany and I often listen to it when I can't sleep.
In other news, I had three tubes (vials, phials?) of blood stolen on Friday of last week but haven't had the results yet. It was touch and go how I was going to get to the surgery, because I woke up in the morning with a painful right arm. I thought, "What the...?" and then had a vague memory of waking up during the night saying "Ouch". I am often a restless sleeper and I think what must have happened was that I was thrashing around and banged my arm against the wall or my bedside chest of drawers. Anyhoo, I knew I would be in trouble if I got the bus and it lurched when I got up to get off and I instinctively grabbed hold of something with my right hand. Pinky had a guest and they had planned to go to a boot** sale on that Friday but I thought it was worth giving him a call. Fortunately the plans had changed and he was able to pick me up and bring me back. Whew! Thank you Pinky.
Then the other day I twisted the wrist awkwardly while trying to wash my left underarm so it hurt even more. Then, would you believe, I woke myself up yesterday morning by bashing my right arm against the side of the bed! Grrrrrrrrr! It now hurts like hell. I'm doing self-orthopoddy again... Have I ever mentioned that I'm clumsy, even in my sleep?!?
It's nearly time for Doctor Who (whoo hoo!) so I'll be off now, but before I go I'd just like to say how sad I am for the people of Burma. As if they didn't have enough troubles before.
*Actual age removed by me on the grounds that it might cause too much hysterical laughter in juicy young cats.
** No, not a sale selling boots. For my Mericky friends, it's a sale from the trunks of cars, but the "trunks" or "boots" are usually trestle tables, haha!
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