After yesterday, I think I just figured something out: the warranty period on yours truly is over. I tweaked my back getting out of the car this morning; got a nosebleed; picked up a splinter which I can't dig out and discovered I have mild tendonitis.
I have a nasty feeling that this is going to play out in the same way that cars do when they pass the magic mile marking the end of "4 years or 50,000 miles": all of a sudden stuff breaks, and fixing it is both painful and expensive. I can therefore confidently predict that the only stretching I'll be able to manage from here on in will be applied to my waistband.
2 comments:
I remember that view well. Any royalties due for spotting it ? ;-)
Not to me, but maybe the model! Though if you can track her down I might buy you a beer on that basis alone!
Post a Comment