The old back injury, that I didn't know I had, flares up
overnight. Yes I did something when pulling up the tent pegs back in May but
it's been fine since. I was just lying in bed. Yes, just lying there.
L nurses me back to health, forces paracetamol down me and applies
a hot water bottle to the affected area. She would make a good nurse, if only she had the outfit.
I recover enough to head off to work but decide it's perhaps
best to skip my planned run tonight.
L checks regularly on my condition via email and utters sweet nothings
such as ‘take two paracetamol every four hours’. Hmmm. Do I look like a druggie?
She even makes rice pudding in the evening, which at
first I think is to be used as a soothing poultice on my injured back but is actually served in
a bowl with ice cream. Any excuse to get ice cream into the house. I do try to
quell her bad girl instincts but it’s all in vain.
(Friday 8th November)
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