Shhhhhh.....

This will be a very quiet blog... I've lost my voice.  I know - that sore throat at the Classic never really went away and now it's finally finished off my voice.  Forget husky and alluring, this is plain croaky.  Sigh.  AND I have a red runny nose too...  However, I have heard that gargling with champagne is just the very best thing for a sore throat, and I wouldn't want to go against medical advice.  Fizzy wine from Lidl is the same thing, isn't it?

If it wasn't for the sore throat, the snotty nose and the lack of voice, I'd probably be attempting cartwheels...  my knee is getting better!  This is because, after the 'click' at Classic I went to see a chiropractor - I thought if it could go click and be better, maybe it should go click and be better more often.  So I'm having various bits of me clicked and crunched and after just four visits my knee is pain free - marvellous.  I have gentle exercises to do and lots more visits to go and then, hopefully, well knees!

I've never had chiropractory (or whatever it's called) done before.... There is a moment, just as the nice chap takes your back in his hands and begins to 'manipulate' that you realise just how painful it could be if he doesn't know what he's doing.... Luckily he seems to, so it's all ok.  Phew.

And today, by way of excitement, I got taken to B&Q by the Melodeon Master to buy a new handle for the toilet.  I know, I know - he spoils me.  I wore my Mud Master hoodie and my Mud Runner beanie hat.  Fully branded, with only a slight limp and just the one red snotty nose.

I am a walking croaking advert for the health benefits of mud running....