What a great place to hang up ailments.
All that time waiting indoors for the virus to pass, and I injure myself in the back somewhere deep between two ribs just under the left scapula, just as we have been given the green light to go out to play. All my mates are hanging draws in the shady crags of Margalef in the last of the cool breeze before summer swelter, while I can hardly drag myself out of bed in the morning on all fours, let alone sit comfortably anywhere at any time of day.
All is not bad though as there is plenty to read and have some amusing neighbours.