I got all outta breath, this morning, from pushing my son -- about a stone and a half, I think, in your weird units -- in his pram up the *slight* incline from the bus stop to the day care place. An incline I oughtta be able to fucking RUN up!

Saw a quack a couple hours ago, got a prescription for antibiotics, bought same. Maybe I'll get my lungs back in about a week or so; at the moment, it feels as if I only have half of each available for use.

(But when I do get them back, then *you* better RUN, boy.)

Must be the fucking pram's fault.