I know it's been a while ( a year to be exact) but I am disabled for the next few weeks. All I did was walk out of the kitchen door, hardly a dangerous pastime one would think. No... not a drop had passed my lips unfortunately! Anyway, I just stepped out of the kitchen door, next thing I know I am up close and personal with grass, dirt and several pairs of large shoes on the end of several large young mens feet. Not one of them dropped their beer, stopped facebooking or helped me up... which I was quite pleased, about maybe it meant they didn't notice my fall from grace.
So I am stuck in a stupid looking, highly unfashionable boot (I would like to be very politically incorrect here but shall not as you never know when the PC police are looking).
I have been sitting here for a week grizzling an moaning and generally sulking at my incapacity. I have been a bit productive, I have made some lovely embroidery pictures and started making my website, taken lots of pictures of the various shades of bruising and swelling on my foot (I got bored with that after a few days). And I made a malt loaf - random!
My family have been very sympathetic as you would expect:
The husband said: "Dont worry about the ironing, you can do it sitting down."
The curly son said: "Who's going to do the cooking?"
The tall son said: "'Yay does that mean it's take aways for dinner?"
I was saved from suicidal thoughts by my favourite daughter who said "Anything I can do?"
Note to self - be careful when exiting doorways!
