Nostalgia is not what it used to be

Today has almost dawned it is a dull grey misty and to make matters worse the Le Blades are basking in 22c in Spain,same sort of day yesterday,and I spent a lot of time on the internet looking for somewhere to go to get a little sun.
If I may write a little pastiche of Montana Mike's blogs,I pulled a muscle on friday and and was not able to use my left arm much ,after I plastered it with ibuleve rubbing oil ,it seems a lot better today,but there is I believe aspirin in it and I am not able to use aspirin due to a sensitive stomach(legacy of an ulcer in my younger days),an obvious solution would be not to hump bags of sand around which weigh around a hundredweight,I suffer with tendonitis and if I try to be 30 years old it creates problems which not even M M can offer realistic solutions to, other than eating raw carrots(good for the sight?) and other such delicacies.(end of pastiche)
Looking out of the window the sky seems to be turning "a lighter shade of pale"older readers will more than likely remember the song containing those words,I think it was a procol harum song,of the hippy era,halcyon days,when I even thought of London as a nice place,and misspent some of my youth there.
My friend and agent in Italy,Signor Piero Baral informs me I am heir to a fortune,he is of course joking but he has done a great job of making up a montage of some of my pastel drawings which are featured in a magazine,and for which there is a recompense,though not as he jokingly says making me heir to immense riches,he is a very accomplished photographer,and retired from his ultimate occupation as a talc miner ,at Miniera Paola a mine which is located in the chisone valle near the ski resort of Sestriere,there is now a mining museum there ,and Piero has placed some of my stuff on permanent display, last time I visited we went down the mine and had great fun trying to dislodge two feet long icicles from the roof onto each other(it was winter).
I think of the lovely hot air in olive groves in Italy and Sicily and the smell of different herbs in the dry air,and the silver of the leaves on the olive trees as the wind makes them glisten in the sun,and now here I am clutching at straws thinking the sky is a lighter shade of misty grey,but on the plus side my shoulder muscle is much better,and the sun will rise.
Ciao Graham