Yesterday I walked the dog and my new Karrimore backpack across Wimbledon Common to collect some ink cartridges from Chris the Ink in Southfields. We then did a little tour of Wimbledon Park and then home making it a 5 mile round trip. The dog was really good and not his usual ball & chain self but the backpack was heavy and hot and made by back sweaty. I now know what it feels like to be a snail. George, my man with the advice and the potatoes, suggests losing weight so you aren't carrying both your weight and the backpack weight. This means I need to weigh myself and fill the backpack with things apportionate to the weight I lose. E.g. oh no I mustn't eat that chocolate cake or I won't be able to take any spare shoes etc. I see this plan as slightly flawed with weak skeletal walkers staggering across Britiain under enormous loads.
I will have to get used to the backpack. I will wear it all the time until I get comfortable with it and become a Mutant Teenage Turtle. It might annoy Mr Smith in bed a bit.
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