Yesterday I was quite buoyant really wasn't I? A good start to the day. Actually just the act of getting out was such a treat, especially on a bright and sunny day. Pink blossom was everywhere, spring was in full bloom.
So there I am, back with my trusty specialist. A man who makes Doc hollywood look like an elder statesman. As he talks I fight down the image of him playing with lego, or, God forbid 'operation' (tho' this could explain why my feet have been done twice in the space of a month).
We eyed each other across the bed. We both perused my feet. I knew right away that my silly hope of hopping out sans bandages and wearing socks (yes, nice pair tucked in my handbag) was about to be shot to pieces, and that one of us would not be in tap dancing out of the room.
Now come on, let's guess who!
More splints, more, yet more bandages and firmly back to the Shrek meets Frankenstein and The Mummy look in the feet department.
Head back to the sofa, missed the damn bus today……..