I have bruises on top of my bruises. My arms ache. My shoulders are sore. My spine feels like someone has ripped it from my body, tied it in knots, stretched it and then secured it back in place with staples...
And how did I end up in this state I hear you ask?
Have I been running marathons for charity? Did I climb mount Everet in a bid to combat world hunger? Did I attempt go over Nigara Falls in a barrel?
No. I am not that interesting. I went to a funfair.
Now, being slightly smaller than I used to be I have less padding than I used to and I am not held in place quite so firmly. This being the case I was thown everywhere!
Had my arm nearly ripped from a socket on some strange ride where you spin round in a circle and then the ride attempts to throw you out of your seat.
My back & shoulder has been torn to shreds by a seeminly innocuous ride that did infact throw me about like a rag doll. Im so bruised I should be a peach.
Going back on Sunday!