Puffed out...

Look at it, lying there. Stupid thing.

Yet, exercise-wise I am dependent on this stupid thing as illustrated on this evening's jog when half way round my usual route, I became short of breath and started making a noise like air escaping from an inflatable....device. Thus it was that I had to walk the remaining half or risk keeling over and suffering the indignity of being revived in a darkened alley by a dog walker.

I could kick myself (if I had the energy).