Blow me down I have had a lucky day.
The hospital appointment has a positive outcome. And reinforces my faith in the NHS, as the young doctor fields a phone call mid consultation. After spending a few minutes trying to reassure, she comes to a quick decision and says "wheel them over and I will take a look.". A little bit of reassurance goes a long way, I am impressed.
I get home from a route march just in time to collapse on the sofa and catch.
Whippet and I miss a Newton moment as an apple thumps to the ground missing our heads by a whisker.
And lastly just as I had given up any hope of receiving the promised replacement radio for my knackered digital job that I had wrangled out of her on the end of the phone. There is a knock at the door and there it is.
Now shall I buy a lottery ticket?
The fact that I couldn't get the better of the sodding shoulder pales into insignificance.
Another day over.