Either the osteopath is a psychopath or he is the second coming. I see no other possibility.
I turned up on the doorstep of his surgery feeling demented from the pain that has been gnawing at the base of my skull relentlessly for two weeks.
All I had done was to duck under the tape of my horses’ field, a movement I have performed a thousand times.
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