The trouble with my dogged nature is that it’s not always productive.
I went with my lovely mate Natalie to Spitting Image the Musical on Saturday night.
But I was in such pain that I hardly saw any of it, because I couldn’t raise my chin to look.

And of course I was fing grumpy all night. Well who wouldn’t be ? ( other than the version of me that just didn’t go and instead stayed in and avoided all the extra pain ). I mean it was bloody painful anyway, but going out and moving around/ tririding/ having to turn my head loads etc etc just made it all far worse.
Apologies to Natalie for putting her through it, although I think she enjoyed the show ?

Hopefully I’ve learned my lesson.

But I doubt it.

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