Cold turkey on the ibuprofen. 
Literally everyfeckingthing hurts, and not in a good way. 
But, looking on the bright side as ever, at least I got the washing done yesterday evening.

I'm sat here watching the swallows/swifts/house martins/whatever the feck they are busily swooping up and down the line of the canal building up fat from their imminent long journey to Africa.






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