Radio Silence And On Feeling One Has Been Jinxed...
Its been something of a shitty week. I spent most of Tuesday polishing off the May workload, as I'd undertaken working double days, to clear the decks ahead of the bank holiday. All would have been reasonably OK, until I managed to reposition a pot of 'Coat D'arms' black paint on the floor of the studio. Luckily, I paid good money for casino carpet, when the studio was fitted out, so it's pretty damn robust. That said, it still took me an hour to lift 99% of the stain and then clean down the carpet washer. The head went back to the mill stone and I completed my day's work, somewhat fatigued. And thus, it was in a state of said fatigue that I slipped on the studio stairs and although I managed to avoid serious injury from the fall - or so I thought - I did 'jar' my right tibial plateau, which I broke about 10 years ago whilst longboarding. Wednesday saw me awake and running around at just after 5AM and as I took the daily shower and hair washi...