Attempts to repair the lilo with a spare blister plaster were, sadly, fruitless, and my lime-green companion will need to go to that place in the sky where lilos go to die. I will mourn you, my friend. You were squeaky, and slidey, but you were mine.
Thankfully, Uncle Ollie came to the rescue with his spare self-inflating air bed (a bit of clever, that) and saved me from having to buy a camping mat.
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Not quite so bad. |
I also have blisters. Although the Crocs are terribly comfy on my feet, they are a tad wide around the legs - presumably so you can stuff jeans into them. But combined with the mud here, where your wellie is constantly being half-sucked off your feet, I have blisters on my ankle bones. It's painful and it looks kind of gross. I've got some reasonably ineffective blister plasters on and two thick pairs of socks in a bit to make it manageable, but I suspect my next purchase will be some better blister plasters.
Blisters aside, the Crocs have been super on my feet and they don't ache at all - a huge improvement on previous years. If it wasn't for the blisters, I'd have nothing to moan about at all.
My sister has also hurt her knee, after she almost came a cropper in the mud. Told you that stuff was deadly. She's a little limpy, but 'ard as nails and has decided to 'ignore it'.
Alright. Back later!
6 comments:
God speed fair Lilo, god speed.
And good, thought we'd go the whole festival without Foot Problems. The world might end if that happened =p
Keep the mud out of them.
Who's the big attraction to-morrow afternoon please
will you be taking a look at the Kaisier Chiefs perhaps cos I like them.
Cold play I like them and I reckon they will raise their game to-night.
Nope, no Kaiser Chiefs or Coldplay. Flogging Molly all the way.
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