…brought along a Nina Simone earworm, albeit with alternative words.
Strapped my knee
Strapped my ankle
Strapped my wrist
Strapped my shoulder
Strapped my calf
Strapped my hand
Strapped my toe…
Strapped my finger
And, to add insult to over-exagerated-injury, I got to work, only to find that the clothes I’d got out to change into were still where I’d left them on the dining table. So I spent the morning in a zip up cardigan with an unfortunate habit of unzipping (blush) and I spent lunchtime in M&S buying a new top. Or three. OK. Five. I know, I know, any excuse!
But I did get in a morning run as part of my commute, so I’m still on track.
Less than three weeks to go! To borrow from Katy, Woo!