Crap.
Saturday morning, early walk with the dogs up at Kaiwharawhara, someone has kindly left a nice football out on the field and I'm knocking it about with Jake (who loves any kind of ball!), guess what?
I do a back-heel and suddenly this needle of pain shoots out of the base of my spine. Game over, I call over to Shaz that my back's just gone and hobble back to the car, gutted. Its been ages since I've had a relapse, I reckon it was the driving to Taupo and back in the old Corolla that didn't help.
Now I'm on Voltaren and shuffling around like Quazimodo.
Crap.
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