Sometimes I wonder just what in the hell goes through Bear’s head.. and then there are times, like now, when I wish to God I hadn’t been made privy to it.
Tag Archives: pain
Broken Sleep, A Roman Museum & The Male Model
Of course getting home again was a massive relief, but this morning I’m not sore, other than a little in my lower back and I’m nowhere near as incapacitated as I would normally be.
Back Pain, Moth Holes & Hot Chilli Peppers
He eats Vindaloo like it’s korma and ate a big bowl of chicken wings that had been spiced with Carolina Reaper peppers while we were in Prague a couple of years ago.
Dear Diary... 