*whips out notebook*
For reasons of Science, how would you describe the feeling of a broken rib?
Awwyeah. Never been to Britain in the autumn but this is the best season anywhere. My favourite are the cold days that start out wrapped in hoarfrost and slowly turn golden with the sun.
Well, since you ask, really quite painful. A sort of heavy, crushing pain that made me take very, very shallow breaths (although that may have been my overreacting to it) - which, according to the person manning the X-ray machine in the hospital, was no bad thing, because the broken bit got a tad too close too my lungs for comfort.
And ooh, yes, frosty mornings are the best. Frozen dew - beautiful stuff.
(what a weirdly disparate post)