Day Ninety Three...

I got the tube for the second day running today. It's been a while since I've been on it, but since I've strained my knee I'm trying to exercise it as little as possible. Unlike the previous night there was no pain when I woke up this morning, but I had a little discomfort through the day. Generally it's much better than before. I remember the mnemonic RICE from my rugby playing days. Rest. Ice. Compression. Elevation. I did the rest, but not the others. Hopefully I'll be back to normal next week.

When I arrived in the office I went straight for the kitchen to get some water. Unfortunately there was a sign saying there was no cold water in the building today and I should use one of the dispensers instead. Unfortunately there weren't any dispensers on my floor so I went to Tesco. It was my first trip in there for three months and it felt a little odd. I bought a pair of two litre bottles of Evian as they were on special. I then carries one of them wherever I went. By the end of the day I had drunk them both. A very good way to make sure I get all my water. I also noticed that I still have good bladder control, I had started the second bottle before I went for a pee. You see, some good came from drinking beer all those years.

Tomorrow is going to be 'one of those days'. I have the day fully booked up for job interviews. This time for project managers. Ugh, it's so dull. It would be fine if I only had to interview the people that got the job, but unfortunately you don't know who that is at the start of the process, so you have to interview a lot of 'special' people to get there. One one CV recently the top qualification someone had was Bronze Swimming Certificate. Honestly. I pissed myself laughing for about twenty minutes. The guy had a degree too, but ordered his qualification alphabetically.

I am finding my mind wandering to the weekend. My brother want to visit me on Saturday to pick up one of my digital camera cast offs, but I fancy taking the kayak somewhere to practice getting on and off it. The weather looks great, so I might visit him with the camera in the morning and head off to the sea or a lake for a practice.

I was speaking to a friend about my kayak today. He's a keen diver and is thinking of getting one as divers also use them for getting offshore. He asked me if I wanted to join the dive club. I've always wanted to give it a try, but frankly have always been too fat. Big folk use far more oxygen and have different decompression cycles to normal people so I never did it. I also do not need another expensive hobby right now. I can't shake the idea of a dive though, I think I'd love it. Maybe it's something I'll look into in a year or so. The missus' uncle is a dive instructor in Spain so he might be a great person to get in touch with if we ever fancy a try.