...and this is why.
Who knows how it is that my wrist is in this state today?
Am rubbish at typing with one finger let alone my left hand.
So why am I?
A blatant non-apologetic need for sympathy I'm afraid.
My hormone riddled body wants to weep for the pain, the inconvenience and the unfairness if it.
I had so many plans...scunnered now.
Under strict instructions not to use it.
Must fight the childish rebelliousness in me to do what the buggery I want, sore wrist or no sore wrist.
Could be worse I know, I could have dodgy eighties hair and a tash.