Long Shadow

There are days when my morning hangover is particularly bad, as if I'd been stupidly trying to keep pace with my son after celebrating the last gasp win of a cricket match. It was a narrow win, but I would never be that stupid. It's just one of those things. I have medication for the body in terms of exercise. I have medication for the mind in terms of writing. It seems to be all about getting the dosages right, both in terms of strength and frequency. It all worked well today - despite falling down a hole while out on the moor. My knees seem to be permanently grazed these days. I feel like a schoolboy again!