Cotton mouth

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Today I did a brief presentation to a small group of people. I knew most of them and was talking about a subject I was very familiar with.  I should mention that presenting is something I’m pretty comfortable with – for the most part.   I’ll admit I get a bit nervous before getting up to speak, but I usually manage to shake it off in the introductions. However, for some unknown reason, today I was caught completely off guard by a severe case of ‘cotton mouth’.

It was full on lips-stuck-to-gums, cheeks-stuck-to-teeth, tongue-turned-to-sandpaper, cotton mouth.  I don’t know if you’ve experienced this before, but once you notice the onset, unless you have water to hand, things very quickly go from bad to worse.    I felt like a crazed chimpanzee with bared gums, clicking like an African tribesman and choking on my own tongue.   Thank God for the brief interlude when a glass of water was handed to me and I felt my tongue revive like a piece of dried seaweed coming to life in the incoming tide. COTTON MOUTH copy.jpg

Scooting

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My new job is spread across the city of Cardiff.  I have two desks ‘conveniently’ located in separate buildings nearly 2 miles apart.   As you can imagine, travelling on foot wastes an awful lot of time and using a bicycle has its downsides: finding a space on a busy train; carrying extra kit (helmets, chain locks, fluorescent jackets); and finding somewhere to lock it up at work. So my solution?

A SCOOTER!!  The bees knees of travel! You may laugh, but I have thighs of steel and can manage my two mile trip in just under 15 minutes! It’s an unusual sight seeing adults scooting (or scootering?) down the road, but just a couple of days ago, I crossed paths with a very elegant looking lady gliding along on a scooter. We were both taken aback and did an air high-five as I shot past her with hot red cheeks, my rucksack hanging off my shoulder and the lactic acid burning.

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