Tourists

My attempt to avoid illness by means of flat refusal was a failure, but I did fare better than Ian. On Sunday I was more or less ready to face the world again, in the form of dragging Chris and his pal Jeff all over town, later to be joined by one of my innumerable namesakes. It was a fun afternoon wandering and quite a few miles covered, finishing up at the boys' swanky hotel on St Martin's Lane. Then I left them in Matt's capable hands and headed home.

Somewhere in the course of the day I managed to strain my left foot in some unfathomable way, winding up with a painful limp. Weird and irksome. But, once again, flat refusal beckons.
Posted by matt at February 7, 2005 08:09 PM