The Battle of Wounded Knee

Much to my disgust, the knee thing seems to be a little more persistent than I had originally thought. Its been over a week now, doesn't it know that I have things to do? Places to see? I'd be far happier if I hadn't made rather a show of running for the bus (knee says no) or hobbling down to Princes St Gardens (knee says steep). I was feeling rather positive until a day at work set me back somewhat. Still, far worse things happen at sea.

The plus side of all of this is that I am arriving at places slightly less sweaty and wearing nicer clothes. And I am able to not worry about poor Nordie (my bike, did you not know he had a name?) as he is safely home in the hall. And I'll have to spend the up and coming long weekend just relaxing. I mean, what else is a girl to do?