Sore feet. Slopped around in slippers.
Moved slowly, not briskly. Slopped.
Reverted to joggers: crisp, firm footsteps. Felt better, moved, bester, grew stronger.
On a luxury visit to Kangaroo Island an 'incident' almost stealthily disturbed my life.
PERSISTENTLY I trod on my friend's foot, lost balance and leant against her, failed to connect my wine glass to my lips.
During the following weeks I seemed to lose my sense of balance, fall over, lose my sense of direction.
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