Cake is Part of My Life

Rice crispies and raspberries

It turns out that one can refer oneself to a physio these days, which made my visit to the GP this morning -- on account of my gyppy knee(s) -- rather unnecessary. I always thought of GPs as the gatekeepers to physios, holding back all but the worthy.

I didn't so much meet St Peter today as a cheery lady who sympathised that my knee bother must be very frustrating "if running is part of my life." I told her that cake is part of my life, and that the running is really just mitigation against cake. She suggested cycling instead.