Like being constantly poked

Ooooh, my poor back! It's been hurting me for a week now. The pain feels like it's above my right kidney, but I think it's muscular rather than anything horrid like a kidney stone. It's like being constantly poked.

I shall have to make sure I keep it covered and warm. A bit of gentle exercise should be ok too.


Groundhog life
For the third consecutive Saturday, I found myself in Costco and Asda. Asda, I just can't get used to it. Everything about the place just irritates me. Today's annoyance was their bread organisation. Looking for a standard white sliced loaf, all I could see was 3/4 of the shelving occupied with granary, wholemeal and other brown breads, with the remaining quarter of the shelving being given over to white sliced bread. But they were all those tiny granny loaves that have small slices. I couldn't fathom out where the normal sized white loaves were, or whether they just didn't sell them. Wandering to the next aisle, which advertised "cakes", I found the bread I was looking for. Mongs.

Coscto was good though. I went mad on pork products today. In fact the trolley encapsulated my life:

• 3 crates of Pepsi Max;
  
• 1 crate of fizzy water;
  
• 2 crates of Whiskas;
  
• 1 crate of Felix;
  
• 1 packet of sliced Napoli sausage;
  
• 1 packet of sliced mortadella;
  
• 1 haggis (don't ask);
  
• 1 packet of Grandma Porco's Italian-style sausages
• 1 crate of peeled plum tomatoes
• 2 jars of stuffed green olives

The only thing missing was an item techno gadgetry I suppose.


Fashion
I love fashion! Actually, that's a lie. I'd much rather wear clothes that were comfortable than those that were deemed "fashionable". Straight-legged jeans, for goodness sake!

One trend that I really can't accept is the wearing of clothes in a way that reveals the midrif and lower back - certainly not with my lower back problems! I just think it looks really common and horrible to have your tummy on show - especially some of the bloated examples that are on display in Greater Manchester and Salford. Perhaps you can make concessions for young women with nice flat tummies, but Jesus, they're so few and far between around here.

After my gripe about uncomfortable clothing labels that rub and scratch, another irritant is when tops come out of my trousers and expose my lower back. I really hate it; it's so uncomfortable. Why can't then make things long enough so they stay tucked in? I've take to buying boys' t-shirts because they're longer in the body. Perhaps if my tits and tummy were a bit slimmer, I wouldn't encounter this problem.