Getting old is not much fun

Well that what I have found over the last few years, I think the point was emphasized when the doctor joked that if I was a horse I would be put down!!

As it stands I think I am on top of my diabetes (not stupid enough to say I am 100% in control, been brought down to earth with a bump to many times), still suffering with Achilles tendonitis on the ankle, apparently suffering from diabetes does not help (all to do with circulation). My calf muscle problem while not hurting me as it used to is still there and in part is why I have the Achilles tendonitis. Three or four hour undisturbed sleep is the best I can manage at the moment, if I sleep for more than 6 six hours in total it has been a good night. I had a case of vertigo for good measure a few weeks back which was not much fun, for those that have never had it, think being drunk without having a drink or the hangover. According to the doctor it is all part of getting old, not sure I am liking that.

There is some positive news, I have sorted out a big issue with the new fish tank stand, well I say tank stand but it was in fact a workbench that I had made to a specific size (about 9″ lower than a normal workbench). The problem was work benches are normally meant for cold damp workshops where being perfectly level is not an absolute requirement. When we brought the workbench in doors the top timbers (38mm thick) twisted so I was unable to get the top level enough to put the tank on the stand. I even filled the tank with water to see if the weight would flatten it out (which was a risk itself as it could of stressed the tank and cracked it) but even filled with water I was able to slide a CD under one corner. So the tank was drained and it was back to the drawing board. In the end the 38mm thick planks were removed and replaced with 18mm ply, currently I have two sheets of ply (36mm) the same size as the stand and a third sheet the size of the tank (same length but narrower). So directly under the tank is 54mm of ply and now it is flat. Been working on building the 3D background (pieces of Styrofoam stuck together then sanded into shape then covered with cement which will then be sealed and then stuck to the back of the tank). I have most of the other bits I require to run the tank I have been picking up rock and coral sand for the tank second hand as I see them come up for sale. The only thing I am missing at the moment is a light unit (I have a temporary unit I intend to use). Hopefully the tank will be running by mid July and ready for inhabitants by the end of August.

Things are slowly moving forward on the bike front, been out a few times now. The good news is that it does not hurt my ankle (unless I wear a thick socks). I have given up on purchasing a new bike, I went to a shop with the intentions of buying one of two bikes but came away empty handed. I just found myself compromising what I wanted to the point that I had to ask myself if I was going to be happy with the bike so in the end I walked away from both of them. I have decided to keep my current bikes and decided give the Whyte a bit of an upgrade with a new set of brakes, pedals and a saddle.

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Picture of dear son and both my bikes (he was riding the hard tail) on a recent ride overlooking Poole. Son was complaining about not feeling very well, 20 minutes after this picture was taken he dived into a bush and was sick, spent the rest of the weekend sleeping or being sick, still went to school on Monday because he had an exam!!

OK I have waffled enough see you all later

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  1. Too much emphasis on “getting old”, I won’t admit to it at all. That is the way forward. So don’t be upset if I tell you to forget about the age thing. I’ve been commuting on my bikes now for a decade, and I feel great, next birthday I’m 65. You’ve just got to keep pedalling though it all. Keep cycling.

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