Hello! I hope everyone is experiencing the wonderful sun I did this morning here in Yorkshire! Unfortunately now it’s clouded over 
When I was in Cardiff this last week, and power walking to that Radio Drama I instructed you all to go to (if you didn’t make it, don’t worry, it’s on again this Friday and next Friday! It’s Kicking Pigeons Presents… on at the Royal Welsh College for Music and Drama and it’s in the Student Union. Their Facebook is the following: https://www.facebook.com/?ref=tn_tnmn#!/kickingpigeonspresents from which you can buy tickets etc. If you want to follow them on Twitter, they’re @KickingPigeonsP. Not that I’m shamelessly plugging….again!) Anyway, I was marching towards the Royal Welsh and I was wearing some silly high heels. They’re not that silly, tis just I wasn’t wearing socks and thus they were rubbing wonderfully against my feet. And of course, when I got home that night and yanked them off, I found a wonderful pair of blisters; one on each foot. Now I never know if I should pop them or not, a morbid curiosity within always says YES! POP THE BLIGHTERS! But having done that recently (High Heels Struck Again!) and then been unable to walk on that foot, I refrained. I was even sensible enough to put on some blister plasters and they went down disappointingly quickly. However, I wonder what will happen in Norway when I run out of blister plasters? Will I indeed have to pop them and then burn them back up with a red hot poker to reduce the possibility of getting a horrendous infection and my foot falling off? Or will I just stop over-reacting and put a magic plaster on them? The possibilities are endless!
The Short one 
