You might of realised that I've left the comments switched off for the last few, very short blog posts. The reason being is that I do try to comment back individually to anybody kind enough to take the time to comment. However, while my right elbow was still not completely okay, it's been a struggle to type. Besides, I also like to be proactive on other blog sites and leave comments. I've failed miserably in doing this during the last several months of having an "el-boob" aka "tennis elbow.
I'll be switching the comments back on fairly soon because my elbow has just about healed without the need for surgery. I explain the farcical situation about it at a later time.
In the meantime, I'll share another experience with you.
Don't you just hate it when you push the button to go up in the lift, also known as an elevator and you end up going down. This happened to Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar and myself, a couple of days ago. We were on the second floor. We wanted to go to the third floor and found we were going down, going down to the first floor. The doors opened and before us were three pensioners, one of them had a mobility scooter. Realising that there wouldn't be enough room for all of us, Penny and I graciously got out of the elevator and waited for a later moment.
Thankfully, we've memorised the route because sometimes going up means you end up going down.
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