Friday, 11 April 2008


I'm about to head for a walk up the mountain, whilst there's still some sunshine and the air isn't like myriad layers of frozen pain against my lungs. I need the exercise. Perhaps outwardly I don't, but I can feel the ugly building up inside, ready to burst the squishy balloon that I'm slowly becoming.

Wish me luck. Send up a pair of flares and some other slacks if I fail to return!

1 comment:

Auntie Simone said...

Like you need more flares.