Monday morning after Maelstrom is always a crazy mix of exhaustion and merriment, made all the more special this time by added bruises (I’m still awaiting the ugly black patch to my left hip that I’m expecting to make an appearance soon) and a feeling that I’ve still got half of a Derbyshire field in me. However it was great fun.

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Khan’s Naadam

Well I’m back in the real world (although I returned to work yesterday) after a weekend of fun at Maelstrom and everything seems to be playing catch up with me. I no longer ache quite as much, but the dodgy knees seem to have been replaced with a head cold (Sudafed is wonderful stuff) and I still feel as if I need a lot more sleep before I’ll feel completely human again.

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Feeling more chipper today – new month and all that – certainly a lot less introspective than I did yesterday. Long, long talk with Little Sister last night sort of put the world to rights (at least temporarily), plus feel that at least I know where I stand with something that’s been occupying a lot of my time recently, so even if I’m less than pleased with the outcome there is at least some relief in that I’m no longer pre-occupied with standing on eggshells all the time. Plus my major concern surrounding this whole affair has not materialised, a friendship has not been lost.

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