I did try spinning once. It didn't press my buttons I must say - no matter what colour I could dye the wool. The peeps at the class were lovely though and that's what mattered. No, I refer to Oberon here seen spinning lazily in mid-air in the bedroom as I contemplate my navel and wonder why I feel less than 100%. Well, less than 60% really.
I made another visitation today to the friendly Dr who promptly consigned me to the scrap-heap. Took a whole armful of blood, had me x-rayed up and everything. Toots Wilson bravely drove me around as I whinged - for which I thank him profusely.Perhaps shall be back on song soon.
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