I may have been oscene

Working as I do in a place where external email and posting to blogs is a mixture of frowned upon and impossible, I tend to type my musings in notepad and at the end of the day email them to myself for later posting from home. But tonight my email has not arrived. I suspect there may have been a fuck, shit or bollocks that failed to make it through the obscenity filter. Oops.

Something that did not make it to my earlier note but should have is the zany antics of a duck at lunch time. I hate the word zany. I also have a real dislike of those funniest home movie shows where folks send in video of animals falling over. But animals falling over is funny. Today i went to read my book in the botanical gardens and sat, leant against a palm tree overlooking a large fountain. One of those overly triumphal things that imperialsts scattered all over the globe. This fountain had water falling from what looked like upturned clam shalls into pools. And in the pool was a duck. And that duck gave a flap and tried to get up onto the upturned clam shell. But it missed it's footing and slipped, tried to right itself with a flap of it's wings, failed, skidded backwards and fell from the shell in a particularly inelegant way. Not the sort of thing that makes good TV viewing, but very funny. Reminded me of the time a goose screwed up landing on a boat on the Thames at Richmond. It skidded, did a head over heals and came to a clattering halt, arse upwards on the front deck. I damn near pissed myself.

Also at lunch time I got a call from the local GP I had saw when my eyes were first a bit blurry but before they got real bad. I had put her name down as 'my' GP on a form at the neurologist's office. Not really my GP, rather the only one I'd seen. So today I got a call from a rather concerned sounding GP, which was nice. I suspect her concern was based upon her saying 'go see an optomotrist, you might need glasses' and now hearing I've had an MRI scan for potential brian disorders, and hearing the galloping foosteps of lawyers chasing this particualr ambulance. I put her mind at ease, she had done a good job, it's just that my eyes got really shitty really quickly.

Expecting a storm this evening I decided to do the standard lap of the park. I ended weakly and felt crappy (insufficient and incorrect fuel on board I reckon) but was surprised to see that I had knocked a few seconds off of my previous personal best. Three minutes 15s is the new time to beat. A celebratory pizza from QP Pizzaa cafe followed. Definitely not the right fuel.

I have decided to leave the typo 'potential brian disorders' unchanged as it makes me laugh.