All My Colours

It's wet and cold in Auckland today. Not freezing, but the heater is on low to keep the nip out of the air.

My leg is still weak and slowly I feel my body being dragged down by the pain. I just want to walk again. Even to the letter box, where there will be a bill for warming my house. No, it's no a woe is me situation, more a cry of frustration that becomes louder each day. How I long to be normal again.

Tomorrow will be a better day.

Zimbo and zimbo and zimbo and zimbo and zimbo and zimbo and zimbo.