Bloody back's decided to start spazzing up again. It's time for a hot bath and drugs. Really doubt now that I'll get to Estella's tomorrow afternoon (now that David's back at work, it's public transport or nothing) or be fit to babysit for Tina in the evening.
Well, I'll try. I can't do miracles, though, and it feels as if it would take one.
Aren't I moany recently?
PS: thanks, Mike, for spotting the "pubic*! *blush*