Now I have a poorly knee. Actually, I already had a poorly
knee, so what I should have said was ‘now I have another poorly knee.’ And
since I’m blessed with only the regulation number of knees, it means that both
of them are poorly at the same time.
Those years of energetic hill-walking in pursuit of
photographs were good fun at the time, but I’m paying for them now. (Like in
the fact that people don’t mind me dying as long as I don’t freggin’ haunt
them!)
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