The Physiomiracles Department

The patients arrive here on their zimmer frames and crutches, and an hour later bounce out the door and sprint toward a new life of gymnastics, acrobatics, marathon running and other power-hiking activities. 

I'm not quite there yet. But almost. Barbara squeezed parts of my upper fluffy-butt that seem to have somehow untangled what's badly tangled below. 

I told her that I had the deadline of the Liverpool pub crawl. And that I wasn't sure if Insto could give me a piggy-back for the whole thing. Not the later stages anyway. I weigh more than a keg of Leith Heavy...