Cracking Up.
On my way back
from the Chiropractor today, I walked past some street eggs.
Street eggs. |
I don’t think
I’ve ever seen real street eggs before in real life, though I did once see some
street carrots. I’ve spotted a single maraca and a kit for a perfect night out in Bath,
but never a single egg. My run-ins with street food have been surprisingly few,
which is a shame, as there’s nothing like an edible mystery to keep things
interesting.
A night out in Bat. |
Street carrots. |
My visit to the
chiropractor was a little painful, but it was worth it, if only to release my
locked shoulder a bit. He’s suggested I go in once a week until I go to
Edinburgh, in that hope that we can take control of it and stop it being a big
problem before I go away, and I trust him implicitly with it. He’s excellent at
his job and has helped me countless times in the past, so there’s no reason
this should be any different.
Outside of medical appointments and run in with some Chicken produce, today was mostly concerned with admin for Edinburgh and the previews that lead up to it; all in all, it was a productive day, but I’ll be happier when I’ve had time to work on my material before I start my string of previews this Sunday; it’s all go at the moment. It’s all go.
Outside of medical appointments and run in with some Chicken produce, today was mostly concerned with admin for Edinburgh and the previews that lead up to it; all in all, it was a productive day, but I’ll be happier when I’ve had time to work on my material before I start my string of previews this Sunday; it’s all go at the moment. It’s all go.