Out caching today to Holmer Green, a circuit on the bike. My hip was sending me slight messages as I reached the end of the circuit, so I decided to leave it at that. 21 caches done today.
I've decided not to have the big cortisone injection. All it does, it reduce the inflammation and stop it hurting, and since that's already happened spontaneously, I see no point in having unnecessary treatment.
But here's a neat thing. As well as the private scheme, I'm also in the NHS system. I went private because by paying a few hundred pounds, I could get done a month or so sooner, and my ability to walk is easily worth that. But my NHS case is still slowly wending its way through the system, so if the inflammation problem is back by the time the NHS springs into action, I can go with that. But I suspect I won't need to.
We used to get this sort of thing in the data recovery business from time to time - a drive would arrive, we couldn't find anything wrong with it, we stripped off the data to floppies and sent that back to the delighted customer. We used to say "the postman fixed it".
And I've placed a new cache. On the way to replace the "Latimer Phone Box" cache, I saw such a lovely place for a cache, and found a very interesting hide for it. And, just to make it more difficult, I've made it a puzzle cache called "telnet 143".
The coords given are false (that's always true for a puzzle cache), there's no description and there's no hint. Let's see how long that foxes people.