I went to the pub this evening with Harry, Ollie, Fat Sister and King Russell. I didn’t stay long though because I was wriggling all over the place. The pub’s only five minutes from the lair so I thought I’d be able to make it back on my own.
In fact, it took me about 25 minutes, and at one point it felt like I would never get back. The problem was my squatting-down tic – it’s been around for a while but recently it’s become more frequent. It feels like being pulled suddenly to the ground and it’s making getting about even trickier than usual.
I have a similar squatting tic, where it was taking such a long time and being so painful that I ended up paying £2 to get the bus from one bus stop to the next one about 100 yards away.