If it’s not one injury it’s another. I have my knee, my ankle or my calf, depending on which way the wind is blowing but always one of them. L has... well I’m not sure exactly but plenty of them. Including this morning her knee, which MD headbutted as L reached outside the front door for the milk while MD simultaneously reached out for a passing cat and crash went a bottle of orange juice. I shall be thinking of MD when I’m not having my morning orange juice this weekend.
Luckily MD’s head is made of reinforced steel, doubt he felt a thing, not so L’s knee.
I bike again, do the A52 again and I’m still here to tell the tale. I also just made it before the rain started. Perhaps my luck is changing. Then I get deluged on the way home, so clearly it isn’t.
Today I am finally allowed to ring the post office to officially report my package as missing. Apparently this only instigates another search for it, then they will send me a letter saying if they’ve found it... or not.
(Friday 12th April)