I have hot water! Thanks to the nice man from British Gas who disturbingly remembers both the boiler and me from previous boiler mending incidents. Worrying, though less so than being remembered by the man who collects ballot papers from the previous year when I went to vote.
To celebrate I took myself and my once again refusing to go back into it's socket left shoulder into as hot a bath as I could stand. Yes at 1.30pm. I am jobless for a reason. One skin strippingly hot bath later I've still got a dislocated shoulder, but thanks to the spliff I took into the bathroom with me I care less than I did before. Still too much though. I call this being defeated by the pain and will inevitably find some form of physically damaging activity to engage in before the day is out. Others might just call that stupid. Take your pick depending on whether you work at an NHS funded pain clinic or not.