I have a few nicks in my mouth from all the damned gum chewing gone amiss. I wanted a smoke SO BAD after dinner last night that I put my shoes on and just walked it off. I did three laps up and down our road.
I have to spend tomorrow with the bossman. He's pretty ai'ght for the most part, but if he thinks he's going to test me, I'll drop his wheel in the ditch. Then we'll compare notes on who is being the funniest. I'm pretty sure I'll win. Or need cab money.
I can feel my nerve endings regrowing.