Back in the Jug Agane
Doing physio again. Back in the Arches Physiotherapy Centre, where I did the pilates classes detailed in my book Spine. I doubt there's a book in this one, though. Spine covered my leg, ankle and knee trauma, as well as all the back stuff. It's all linked, so this feels like an inevitable sequel I'm disobliged to write. The place hasn't changed. I mean, it literally hasn't changed in any part in the last three years. I can't swear the people sitting in the waiting room were not here the last time too. The same blue, moulded chairs. The gnomic, shut off, "fitness area". The same two paintings, fag-ash deep in dust: the lollipop-shaped, "Tree of Life", and, "Swimmers", a slanted view of bathers in sensible one-piece costumes seen through bevelled ripples of water. There's the same odd glass screen with "fusion" written on it, which tells the wrong time and seems to have no proper function. What has changed is that I...
