Anyways, I'm going up me 'ill now...in the fog probably 
...with lashings of pineapple, a rollie and a flask of coffee to keep me paws nice and cosy and warm like. 
78/100. 
Doctor:"Just rest them for a few days and they will be fine."
Don't go climbing any 'ills or anything for a bit, unless you want to get a Snoopymobile. 
Haven't got time for resting and all that maby pamby stuff.
I've got targets to reach. I maen what actually is the point of existing if you don't have personal targets to achieve ey?
There's more to life than making pies and smokin' fags.
Anyway, me legs were the least of me problems today.
I've had a bit of a dodgy tooth for 4 months now. Just a bit niggly, but nowt that warranted urgent attention.
Tucking into me feast in the fog and all of a sudden the pain gained momentum, and within 3 minutes I was nearly ready to scream like a rabid injured wierd wulf from the top of me'ill.
The pain was absolutely excrutiating beyond anything I've ever had before.
Pain searing through me 'ed was so bad it was making me eyes stream.
Walking down was a struggle as I could hardly see.
Straight to the dentist who diagnosed a cracked filling and infected nerve.
Quick bodge job, and back next Monday to have it fixed proper.
