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Day 21 was all rather nondescript. I went to work and used the stairs and lifts in equal measure. (Up the stairs, down in the lifts) I had a lovely market salad and got LOADS of work done (as usual).
Well, my back was feeling all wonky again (I'm so going to get it 'cracked' when my elbow is better) so I attempted Kilvey Hill - got about 100 yards up the hill and the gradient really wasn't helping so I made my way back to the car with a very disappointed looking dog and headed to the secret beach instead. By the time I got there, the sky was black and there was a thunder-storm taste in the air but we didn't let that stop us. We're double-hard. We walked for an hour and a half watching the sky get darker and the clouds get thicker while I hoped it didn't belt down because I was wearing jeans and a non-waterproof jacket. Dog chased the waves while I hobbled along the sinky sand with the pain in my lower back making me walk like I had a pole up my butt. That was fun. As we made it back to the car the first spots of rain were falling. Now that's what I call good timing.
I got home and lay down on a hard floor with some pillows under my belly desperately trying to 'clunk' my back. It didn't work. So I'm sat here writing this now with what feels like a dislocated hip and burning in my lower back... I'm going to bed. It's half past 9. What a raver.
UPDATE: In my haste to get to bed I didn't actually post this blog. D'oh!
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