Birding Diary of an Exiled Liverpudlian and his West Hartford Wanderings
Saturday, 13 February 2010
If you see me walking down the street, and I start to cry, each time we meet.......
.....it's because before last weekend's stonkin' session (oooo-errrr, Mrs Gimlet!) I went A over T on black ice (just like the 'Where there's blame, there's a claim' woman on the wet office foyer floor) and appear to have fractured a rib! Coughs and sneezes might spread diseases, but right now they also feckin' hurt! And for the next five weeks will continue to do!!