Out patients

Its all go slow round here. Haven’t even thought about doing an ounce of work, and had lots of time to move at a slubbornly pace, as per doctors orders. The odd reccie into town, bumped into a few friends in the street and we had a nice chat in the sun. Me with my tampon in my ear, a girl with a full backbrace after a fractured spine in Thailand and Chris (Johnny’s son) with his internet cut clean off. We were all living slightly disabled realities. It was at this point that a pair of pants from the night before (which had been sneakily hiding in my trousers) fell out of my trouser leg and onto the street.