Rockclimbing gives me gas
At least the first time taking on the rocky walls did. Or maybe the milo dino did the trick. Or the prata. Or trying to comprehend and keeping up with conversations kept my tummy moving in all sorts of directions. Or maybe it was leftover effect from vertigo.
Rockclimbing. God’s answer to my wishes of growing taller all these years. Nice! Minus the odd looking flies and touching possibly lizard’s crap on the tile 2 stories high, it was lovely.
Next week – let’s go!