Saturday, 3 October 2015

Crap, I caught a muscle cold in my shoulder and now my upper back is so stiff and sore I'm getting a bad taste in my mouth. Auch. That'll teach me to sit underdressed in a garden for two hours, having coffee with younger men. 

By younger I mean three days. And when I say underdressed, before anyone gets any ideas and the General hatchets my head off, I only had a tank-top, a T-shirt, and a woolly sweater on. I should have added the windbreaker because, well, it was windy.