I’m sat in an internet cafe on the curry mile of Manchester (only really a mile if you walk up one side of the road and back down the other I reckon). ‘Pay as you go’ internet connection just seems wrong if you ask me.
Failed to get out of Manchester for the Bank Holiday weekend, which is a bit of a disappointment but life goes on. The next excitement lined up in my diary is a trip to the dentist tomorrow afternoon, and that will not fall through. It can’t; I’m in pain. My first dental appointment since I was 16, I’ll be registering as a new NHS patient. One of nerve endings in my jaw is screaming out for attention and so it will get some.
I’m back at work though still easing myself up towards full time hours. Also waiting to play some sport or just do some plain exercise. Feeling so unfit, feeble and bored; those endorphins would be nice too.