Now then Paul R, if you’re reading this, control yourself. Just cos the title could be misconstrued by a more wicked mind than mine doesn’t mean it’s about anything of a sordid nature.
I was given as an extremely generous Christmas present the opportunity to have a sports therapy massage. You see many people who are reading this will know, but for those that don’t, I broke my collarbone about 18 months ago and it’s been playing me merry hell since then.
So Alix, in her infinite wisdom got me this session with a lady who sees bodies as I see bread dough on the rare occasions I decide to make a loaf. It turns out that after all this time, my left side is somewhat tense. Indeed once the session was over and I was told to expect pain tomorrow, I noticed that my left arm was now somewhat longer than it had been previously. Or maybe it was back to being its proper length. Still, it felt kinda good and one session isn’t really enough to encourage the mess of tight muscles in my shoulder to relax, so I’m back off there again at the end of the month.