I'm off to heaven this morning as I be sitting 'pon the bus.
Podiatrist invasion as my poorly feet doth cuss.
Crying internally silently, nowt but an odd wince be spake.
Today being my day of rest.
My feet I do so take, to the wonderful chiropodist.
Wise and wistful.
Curer of pain.
See her next year.
Same time again.
(c)LIVVI