This morning’s chiropractic session with Eloise focussed strenuously on reducing the most painful area on my neck. This resulted in not needing a further session for another four weeks.

Afterwards I was rather tired and read more of Vanity Fair, until we enjoyed the family’s report on an engrossing visit to the New Forest Wildlife Centre where Ellie threw herself into playing with some of her contemporaries.

Later I decided to print this picture in various sizes- three each 7” x 5″ for the mothers; one A3 (297 x 420 mm); and finally a bigger one still.

My Epson SureColor P600 printer can be set for sizes up to A3+ (329 x 483 mm or 13″ x 19″) which I was able to produce with my previous Apple iMac that offered this choice in its control panel. I therefore had a box of that size papers which I haven’t been able to use. Becky spent some time customising the computer so that it now offers the larger size, making a great deal of difference.

This evening we all dined on Jackie’s lemon chicken with colourful savoury rice, chopped by Flo. The Culinary Queen and Ian both drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Carménère.

A Thorough Examination

Aged 18, straight from school in 1960, I was introduced to the somewhat harder reality of Old Wimbledonians rugby.

The tallest in the back row of the Extra A (third) team was where I began; soon to be tried in the second where I was tackled simultaneously by two heavies who sent me crashing to the hard ground on my left shoulder. I rose to my feet, swung my arm round a bit, and packed down in the scrum grasping my second row partner’s arm for support, and continued the game.

I have never recovered from this, although I did continue playing until I

was aged 45, alongside my friend Geoff Austin, for the Old Whitgiftians, when I was able to throw the affected arm out in a straight line ready to jump for the ball as it crossed the outstretched arm of the man in front.

Although I often bore pain running down from the shoulder to the palm of the injured arm, I could generally tolerate this, yet there would be periodic flareups taking me first to NHS facilities and eventually to an osteopath. Over the years I have tried steroid injections, physiotherapy, and eventually the osteopath’s manipulation, which was about 30 years ago. Nothing worked.

For the last three or four months I have been unable to move my neck left, right, up, or down. Realising I would never again manage to dance the hokey cokey – or in fact anything else – this afternoon I kept an appointment with New Milton Chiropractic clinic where I received the most thorough examination ever, including x-rays which had never before been offered. A fault in the x-ray equipment caused too much delay to permit a proper diagnostic explanation, so I will commence a series of treatment beginning on Friday, starting with the diagnosis.

This evening we all dined on Kings House Chinese Takeaway excellent fare with which Jackie and I drank the same wines as yesterday.