I am, I am, I am

Still got sore legs. Big dog has bitten both my calves.
However plod on and did a very painful little 3K in Dalkeith in frizzle. Went to work with the worst retro 70s hairstyle and seemed to be the harbinger of doom as out of nowhere with my second last patient started to feel reallllly peculiar. Went and sat in a dark room only to promptly be rather sick. ... sent home like a zombie but nothing a wee lol couldn’t sort out.
Clothes back on and met my mum at the Main Street Trading Book shop in St Boswell’s for an exceptional talk with one of my favourite writers, Maggie O’Farrell, talking about her latest book I am, I am, I am. What a inspiration. Still want to write that book inside me!