Went out a wee trot today at lunchtime. Just me and my sore rib.
Relatively sedate and uneventful – up along the banks of the mighty Clyde.
Passed the site of the “rib thwacking incident” of two weeks ago (all the time being mindful of tree roots of course). There is, quite visibly, still a dark patch on the path made by my blood.
Cool J
2 comments:
Nice one! tho' not that unusual in Glesgae.
Nah, thirty people have probably bled there since you did!
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