(*) From one toe to another

My toes are covered in a lovely old black woolly sock at the moment, keeping out the chill of the early-spring evening. I move from the left to the right, and back again. Ahh, isn't it wonderful to be alive and free as a toe can be?

My one annoying habit (just ask my ex-wife - she used to think it was 'cute' when we were first married, but like so many of those little enduring 'habits' we all have at the start of a marriage, they end up being a right royal pain in the butt!) is to 'click' my toes and ankles. Like, you know how people can flex their knuckles together to make them crack? Well, that's what happens to my toes and ankles. they crack and pop - at will. Most of the time I don't even realise I'm doing it - it's a subconscious thing. It doesn't hurt at all, but sometimes to popping/cracking sound can get quite loud in the quietness of a still night. I guess what used to drive my ex crazy was that I'd subconsciously be doing it laying in bed of an evening, while she's trying to drop off to sleep. Poor thing. D'oh! to me. Well, I still do it, but not as often as I have been. I remember when I was living at tweed Heads, and I was boogy-boarding a few times a week, my ankles would crack at the drop of a hat - it was all that kicking and swimming using those big yellow flippers that must have loosened everything up. It was quite funny.

The worst thing that happened as a consequence of the whole cracking routine is that, every now and again, another joint might do it at a most unexpected moment. When I used to have a car (2 1/2 years' ago now! Sheesh, where's that time gone?!?), after a really long trip away driving along miles of highways or country back roads, it'd be time to slow down and stop at the end of a trip, or at a set of traffic lights. Well, I'd move my left foot across to depress the clutch and - crack! My left hip would just pop! And - shite - that would hurt! Thankfully it only happened about 3 times in 5 years. But, it always seemed to get me when I was least expecting it - right at the end of a really long cart trip. D'oh! Anyway, the toe-bones' connected to the ankle-bone... to the shin-bone.. the knee-bone... the hip-bone! So, there's a context in there somewhere, if I could only find it... lol

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Cyalayta
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