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I can’t move my legs without pain; mainly when descending stairs or sitting down.  A deep, muscular pain, rendering my legs heavy and shaky.  A good pain apparently, of a self-inflicted nature, although she made me do it – with a wide, beautiful grin on her pretty, young face; she told me I wouldn’t be able to walk today.  I pleaded with her to take care of my delicate back and aging bones but my pleas fell on deaf ears. It only took thirty minutes and I’ve promised to return for more; next time she’ll finish me off no doubt.

By Waking the Wombat

Life - part two; Australia. Having spent the first 39 years of my life in England, with two adult children who don't need me so much, a workaholic husband and a head full of stuff waiting to be unleashed, Waking the Wombat is my place to share life's experiences with you.

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