Ouch!

That whole, "pain is temporary, pride is forever" nonsense...grrrr!

There is much wincing, sharp drawing of breath through clenched teeth, accompanied by a pick-n-mix of expletives going on tonight as I "roller" my calves and attempt to work on the left i.t.b.

Have booked to see my favourite purveyor of pain for a whole hour first thing Thursday morning (joy of joys) as some vigorous noodling of my achilles suggests it would benefit from some intense treatment to free things up a bit. Yay! :-/

Anyhoo...tonight's blip is a shot of said roller/instrument of torture, though it looks more like one of the delicious, cone-shaped, fruit jelly sweets that shops in Bruges sell. I know which I prefer!

:-)