Last night I pulled an intercostal muscle, lifting a bucket of sugar soap, so I am really sore today. Someone texted to say they wouldn’t be in work so I had to go. But I got through, counting the hours down.
To Jean’s in the afternoon, walking slower than usual. Extra glamorous job of the afternoon, cleaning out the drain enclosures, which were clogged by leaves and yuk.
Back home for an injury imposed lazy evening with H and S out.
Photo is the lovely coloured bruises from previous injury.