This isn’t shaping up to be such a good week, I think.

I was on my way down the hill at lunch, to fork over £410 for the poxy Council Tax.

Then my back went. Quite how it went, I don’t know, but it did something, and now standing up hurts like blazes and sitting isn’t much of an improvement. Ow.

On Wednesday, I’m going to a funeral.

Then I’m going to the dentist, to see if he knows why it hurts if I open my mouth more than half an inch.

And now it looks like I might be going to the doctors tomorrow in a bid to get my back kicked about a bit, although they’ll probably just tell me to take two asprin.


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