Don’t know if there was anything in the “mud” I got all over me yesterday. Or, if it’s something I ate, but my stomach has been “troubled” today.
Left a nice sort of Jackson Pollock inspired piece of pavement art along by the seafront today. Drew some disgusted looks from dog walkers L. Dog crap, it would appear, is perfectly OK but a wee bit spew? Shocking.
I’ve also got Art Blakey in residence in my head tapping out the first few bars of “Blues March”…. again and again and again…..
Maybe got a bit of a bug.