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Frig. I fell over in the street. (the beginning of the end and other farcical notions)

Being fifty-something, I’ve done some embarrassing things in the past. But last night, I hit an all-time low. Literally. I fell over in the street, my own street, just a few metres from my front gate. It was just on dark and I was treating myself to an after-dinner power walk. I’d almost reached the… Continue reading Frig. I fell over in the street. (the beginning of the end and other farcical notions)