Ok so yesterday morning I was feeling awful. A twisted belt was the cause of great struggle and trauma. I ended up going out in my trusty joggers-not very smart but at least I went out again. It was just a lunch with friends but a lunch with a fair bit of wine and other drinks. The voice of the beast said “I did not give you permission to have a nice time-you’ll regret this.”
“Buttocks” to you I said, whilst having the absolute nerve to be still up, drinking more wine and watching match of the day.
It was right. Today is a non moving day. But at least I’m up (eventually) and have read the paper. Tea and toast is such a panacea. Now I’m looking forward to building a curry.
I know I’ve gone on about this before but I get such a boost from getting out and enjoying myself.
Rock on. Steve.