cast your mind back to the 10th of october... i've done it again but not quite so spectacularly. miss e and i decided to go the the labor club for a quiet drink after work. just as we were walking down the hill nearby, i did the windmill thing and hit the concrete... no bruise yet, but i'm sure there will be tomorrow (and this one wont be allowed to take over my wee bloggy). some nice grazes on my elbow, wrist and palm. once again, the ego suffered the most damage. it didn't stop me from having that quiet drink... a nice strongbow dry made me feel much more betterer...
right now, i'm exhausted. throwing yourself at the pavement sure does zap your energy...
goodnight...
