Oh, Brunhilde, I may grow to love you yet.
Tag: Brunhilde
Saturday morning started with sunshine, but it had fled before the haar by the time that we were on the move.
We had joined the RAC, “just in case” but felt we wanted to avoid trouble rather than simply deal with it.
I’m feeling a tad mugmumpish today. A visit to the GP yesterday sent me home with a diagnosis of Achilles tendinopathy. I have exercises to…