Day 233: Liver and Honesty

Not Jerry

Ha... Jerry's a good egg, eh? He makes me laugh and laugh. Very good stuff. 


So today, I've had a man walk on my back with all his weight (in socks). At work. It was Jerry and it was because my back's gone a bit funny over the last few days. The walking on it really helped. You know those butterfly screw thingies you get on trendy retro desk-lamp fixings (or is this my imagination). One of them just under my right shoulder blade, with the screw reaching up to my neck... wreep, wreep, wreep... Tight. Jerry is my codeine. (No more than 3 days in a row?). Work was funny. And well-received. I'll be very sad to see the end of this job, and I'm hugely grateful that I did it after all - that I was able to. 

Not Nut Roast

I THINK that's how I'm going to feel about The Challenge. I really do. I think I'm going to grow bones I never had before. I think I"m going to be glad I grew them. I think they'll help me walk. Either that or I'll have to have them amputated. Who knows. 


AND I just had a meeting with someone who opened my eyes a bit. He was very nice, very interesting and kind of enlightening. I enjoyed the evening. There was liver involved. In a good way. And discussion. And honesty. Nice. Nice.

Not me

Oh. Oh. Oh!  I just remembered. I was looking through my phone for a picture I took in Paris the other day, and I found Someone Else's Pictures on my phone. I thought one set was full-on porn, but it turned out to be a male stripper at a hen do (from what I can tell). Very funny. Lots of other stuff too, and someone I know (which makes me think I've worked out how the pictures got there). I did a proper open-gobbed gawp when I first saw them, though. Hardly Audrey Hepburn, me.