Knackered

I'm sitting typing this with my back straight, just like I should. But everything still bloody hurts because I'm a victim of a labour saving device. Yesterday, I saw this shining gizomo beckoning to me from a shop window at a special price I couldn't resist. So I bought it. And then used it. 

The flagstones of the patio at the back of the house have grown dangerously slippery and 'she-who-must-be-obeyed', has been increasingly annoyed at my lack of incentive to do something about it. Like clean it. 

It sounded like a good idea at the time; get a new toy to play with and get the job done in a jiffy and earn brownie points as well.

But like these boys on the bike, the moral of the story is don't get carried away. Because today I am paying the true price of my purchase. My body has seized up and I can hardly move ... Still, I enjoyed playing withe the jet washer and the patio is clean. Now pass the pills, please, doctor.