Turns out that a six train, four bus day trip to Newcastle plays havoc with the sciatica. Turns out the hip is fine after all. Turns out that I need to remember to take some pain killers tonight. Turns out that my 'core' needs strengthening. Turns out that I just had a mental image of a giant apple corer. I never understood why my parents owned an apple corer when my dad was pretty good at chopping up apples with just a knife. Still, apple corers make cool toys.
Oh yeah, in the pink of health, the apple obsession seems to be helping. Stupid nerves. Who needs nerves anyway?
I had a very long conversation today about my chocolate obsession. It's really quite unhealthy. I must give it up again. I will strengthen my core and my resolve. I will do both of these at some other point. Right now I'm going to sit down and watch Billie Piper try to act. She has really crap tits - seriously.