Every now and then you have a run of inclement luck. In the last few weeks I have, broken my nose, had a concussion, twisted my right forearm and wrist, mangled my left pinky finger, fractured a tooth down to the root, and had an infection consequent to that (the joy of a first extraction is to come ... I am gutted about losing a tooth), I recently had gravity sickness and floor poisoning at a friends house and finally had a puncture resulting in the need for not one but two new tyres.
The flip side is that I have painted out my flat and it looks delightful, in real terms I haven't been this fit since my late twenties and an old lady stopped me on the beach the other afternoon to tell me I look `mighty fine for an older gentleman.' I have new glasses, I have with the help of a friend made more space at home, hemmed and hung curtains and my overall routine is fine-tuned, with lots of spare time for being outdoors.
It would be quite easy, given the last two years to weigh the bad shit against the good shit and say on balance there is a deficit of good luck. However, it would be fairer to say that I have clawed my way from `nothing' one year ago to this position by dint of determination, and the help of the best friends anyone could ask for (near and far) and that luck has very little to do with it. Effort in results out.
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