Cool if a little whiffy...

A late afternoon appointment with my knee and a physiotherapist today confirmed what I'd always suspected... that I won't be joining Becks next year at the footie. Thank goodness, I say!

We tried to discover how many ways my knee could bend without my leg snapping where it wasn't meant to. We found quite a few. That must be good.

I came away with an industrial sized elastic band that somebody had already snapped apparently! I was warned not to hit myself in the face with it as it would hurt. It will be borne in mind.

And so, twas jolly cold by the time I snapped this and I came perilously close to an enormous tractor bombing down the lane.

It was completely covered in sh fertilizer and so was much of the road after it had driven by, resulting in seriously smelly driving conditions!