Understated

Can you tell how enthused Buddy was that his quiet January is over? For someone who’s had minimal work this month, I had expected a few fireworks on the lunge. Understated was the word I’d use.

In fact understated was probably to word for today. You get days like that. Where nothing really happens. But things still do.

I was peopling this morning. That was nice. It was the last one before the lovely physio team move out of the building. I’ll miss chatting to them. It’s the end of another chapter there. Soon, the chiro will be moving to a smaller building. Which coincidently is the ground floor of the first building I worked in when I moved to Norwich in 2006. How spooky is that?!

It also means that I have lived here for 20 year (and one month). I missed the actual anniversary. Better late than never. See understated…

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