137. Bring on the drill matron

Gone are the heady days of …. Oooh tennis is a cure … the halcyon days of karaoke gets me moving … the counting the distracting the running the whoopperdeedohdah another day another trick to beat this damn thing.

Now I am worried … truly worried. I do leave the house, I do go out, I do ‘dance’, I do eat, I do drink, i do shop … i do laugh I do smile I do banter.

But … would I chance going out alone??? Would I chance a lot of things?

As I said in the title ‘bring on the drill matron’…

Apologies … misery guts here will go and sit and eat crisps