My spasms, which had mercifully subsided for a few days, allowing half decent sleep too, have this afternoon returned with a vengeance.
The option of distracting myself through Triking has gone too, as the mechanism with which I propel myself has fallen apart, and may take a bit of time to fix.

I had, I felt, gone a little way closer to finding just a little bit of inner peace…. but I know that I am prone to speaking too soon.

The Toulon cycling Crew bade farewell to Johnny B and Mrs B yesterday as they move to Spain – they’ll be missed.

I saw someone that has returned to GB today though, in my friend Mary, after her spell in Oz.
It’s good to have her back.

Thanks to Neal n Debs too.

Work tomorrow will hopefully have some beneficial effect, though I don’t think there’s any psychological element to my bloody spasms. If smiling them away was possible I’d grin the whole day through.