i-eye Day 86 - 1978

Sarah and I went to the fair, which felt not to have been updated since 1978. So I have 1978-ified the photo. She went on three rides, felt sick then came home for a lie down with the smell of fried onions and doughnuts lingering.

The visit to the osteopath was interesting. My hips are fine. Nothing else is. I knew there would no miraculous cure but I hoped I would be proved wrong. I wasn't. There is no miraculous cure. I must just suck it up and keep moving. I have told the family that the cause is washing, ironing, hoovering and cleaning the toilets. I don't think they got the hint....