Beethoven's 5th (part II)

Not the greatest of days. I was working away and turned my ankle on an uneven surface. This caused a temporary loss of balance and I fell over onto the customer's driveway. It's a steep slope and I ended up rolling into the middle of the road.
So, I'm limping and I have a gashed hand (scraped it along the drive) that was oozing blood for quite a while.
This glass-half-full stuff is quite funny really because I'm thankful that I wasn't run over and that I broke no bones. Nothing wrong ...

Donald Trump inspires me as, thanks to him, I've just thought of a new word:

egolitarian

So, today was the day of my long-awaited hospital visit. It wasn't perfect, but it was a lot better than I was expecting. The occasional chest pains I experienced about three weeks ago motivated me to walk to the urgent treatment unit at the local hospital (it's only a ten minute walk). If the pain was just once or twice, I probably would have ignored it, but it occurred, briefly, every few hours over a thirty-six hour period before I acted. Today's was a far more detailed appointment.
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Dear Neighbour,
Once again I hear you screaming at your dog to shut up. I concur as I dislike excessive dog noise too. However, I found a radical solution to my dilemma; I chose not to have a dog.

Regards,

The Wolf next door.

They are a design of hinge that has the rather unfortunate name (in the UK) of "rising butt." On the worse days, I feel like making a few butts rise into the air, but you (rightly) can't go around doing things like that. It's also not difficult to see how, in countries with less gun control, the murder rates can be so high. It's fairly easy to imagine a series of conversations where escalation occurs, and someone who has been sleep-deprived snaps in a moment that they end up regretting ...

It's just after 6 AM here and the people in the flat below have, once again, started playing Beethoven's 5th on their door hinges. Fortunately, I'm already awake, mainly because I slept at weird times due to being awoken by them at 5 AM on the previous two mornings.

The first morning, it was a rendition of "Bohemian Rhapsody" in b flat minor followed by "My old man's a dustman ...". The second morning was like that old TV quiz game, "Name that Tune." ...