Shattered

Went to PandIS yesterday PM & got cages sorted. Then Pjil & I took a load of boxes of frames over (sackbarrow for me, trolley for him). The stairs down to the new storage area are narrow & a bit rickety - especially the 3rd one.

Suggested doing another run so went back to get more. Swappaed 'vehicles' and that's where it started to go wrong. That fucker was HEAVY! By the time we'd got to Kings Parade (after going up two slopes) I was already gasping and my legs were screaming. Also started to feel the 1st signs of a hypoglycemic attack* - shaky and sweating. Angle dragging trolley at didn't help: leaning forward meant couldn't get deep breaths in either.

By time had unloaded and got back I was completely done in. Got a bottle of Lucozade isotonic whicjh helped a bit but legs completely had it. Sat down and then got cold as clothes saturated. By the time I got home with Lou was completely done in. If it wasn't for going to Max Piggot's 18th birthday party I would have gone straight to bed.

Stil party was food (only stayed a couple of hours before limped home) and it was really good to see Cath after all her cancer problems.

* symptoms - http://bit.ly/1WJygh4