Just had a first chiropractor's appointment. I was fully prepared to be battered and bruised, but she barely touched me.
I'd have thought that normal....I assume she'd want to assess before getting all cracky-cracky, just in case.
It was just kind of flicky-flicky, rather than cracky-cracky.

I seriously need to leave the house - didn't all weekend and ultimately, this is why I'm getting fat.
Still sitting here. This is how it happens, y'see...
Who would want to go out in THAT if they didn’t have to?
I really feel very restless in work and in life at the minute.
I think I want to move but I literally don’t know where to begin with that. * stays put for the next 20 years *
Actually London is pretty high on the list, mainly because I already have friends there and it doesn’t feel like a million miles away from home.
