So I stuffed my back up.
Again.
Tall people don’t always have all the fun. The world is not built around (or for) us.
OK, I’m planning to remedy that in my kitchen, but that’s the extent of my control over the world.
Anyway, I leaned over Tanya’s clothes rack exercise bicycle to pick up the camera and… yowch.
Spent the night flat on my back while managing not to snore, which is a feat in itself (Tanya gives me the hairy eyeball and an elbow in the ribs if I dare to snore). 50mg Voltaren and dicloflam are my friends.
But the plumbing will have to wait.
