Elm Hill

Thursday...carrying us into Friday, and genmaicha carrying me through this afternoon's work, my newly fitted tiles pleasing to the eye after the shocking flood of July which submerged my blogging room. The sun shone on the new textures for it's usual glancing moment until it seemingly turned over, sluggishly, on it's side, pulling with it this dastardly and everlasting cloud blanket.
Clouds, as with humans, are beautiful individually, but lock them together into one unlovable and long-lived lump and we turn away from it's unappealing form.
But, but...at 11am not a cloud could be SEEN, when the rain poured down. Are we winners or losers?
I think both.
Everyone wants a catagoric and resounding yes, or no...when we ourseleves are seldom at 100% either way.
You see there should always be enough to go around for the varying winners and losers...

Let me lead you to where two roads meet
[The Ground Beneath Her Feet, U2]

I've been mulling over...my physio's advice to me, "Don't plan ahead" and seeking solace in music and picnics, (as you can notice!)
I know I'll make it through, but not 100%, which is surely healthy enough isn't it?
I wasn't perfect before, so how can I want to be perfect now?
My spine (disc) slipped ever-so-slightly down again, so the pain now 'feels' like it's around the pelvis, though it is not.
I cannot believe I've not played football since January this year. My last game, I scored ...but the next goal will be the sweetest ever. I can picture it now, and I'm 99% sure it'll be with my left foot.

For the dream I have,
-I'll find a way,
I'll find a WAY

...anyway, with the one pound 50 minimum parking fee required for attending physiotherapy, I actually returned early and gave my remaining hour to a highly delighted lady, and that was 50%/50% with two winners, furthermore it'll be on CCTV too, wow!
Spine-case-hospital-parking-ticket-share-scam!
For once in my life, I can say, 'yup, that was me!'