My motorbike took a knock while parked some time back and took a bit of damage. As it’s off-road while I’m doing repairs I had to walk into town today. Figured it wasn’t that far. 12 mile there and back. But my word, did I ignore the fact I’ve moved to the north side of the Grampians.
I’m pretty sure when I got home and sat down, I was making noises like Godzilla while clutching my legs.
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Sounds like me after a recent hike in the Rockies ðĪŠ
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Hah, oh man, wasn’t expecting it to hit me so bad.
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Ouch and double-ouch!!
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I’ll survive. Just gonna amputate my legs so they don’t ache anymore… ð
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Oh! Just for that I am gonna follow your blog!!
Oh… wait… already doing that! ð
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I think I’m following you. WordPress.com hasn’t figured it out yet.
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I can relate – that’s what I sound like after even a mile or two!
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Aww, haha. It’s a long ole walk!
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Itâs when you get pain in the Trossachs you have to worry!
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Loch Lomand’s on my ‘to visit’ list this year. My trossachs will be aching in the Trossachs haha.
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Give my regards to Munro!
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Extreme walking to buy a packet of biscuits x
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And I’d do it again for a packet of Hob Nobs!
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Jaffa cakes for me
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Sorry to hear about the motorbike stuff. I hope you get better and nice portmanteau, by the way.
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It’ll fix up just fine. Just gotta do some work on it.
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That’s good.
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