Following the sage advice of Epilepsia I drank an abundance of water prior to a little saunter yesterday. In more than one way it was a great relief when I reached Spenzicus Marc's. All had passed (I'm back to the saunter now) without a hitch so wil go back to daily strolling attended by lackeys and adoring hangers-on from now on.
Eventually I will get as fast as a scurry. I'll have to because otherwise I'm never going to get to wear the magnificent tunic. I gaze upon it morning to night when I am at the villa. Its splendour is a thing of great beauty. Hmm, is going out in something so wonderous a good idea? Perhaps I will look a touch feminine? As Caesar, are tassels and silver ric rac braid the image I'm trying to promote. Maybe it's a good job the tunic doesn't quite fit. Possibly I should speak to Yves from across the Rubicon before venturing out.
(Oh, if I'd only continued being the valiant king of last year I would not be suffering this fashion problem now. Would I look camp if I tried to butch the look up with a few leather thongs?)