Following in the footsteps of my Mum who broke her foot (with help from Mano the dog) the week before we moved from Berkhamstead to Sutton Coldfield in 1981, I have joined the list of numpties that hurt themselves at stupid inconvenient times and broken a bone in my foot. Or, as I have started saying, 'done a Beckham' and broken a metatarsal.
This has thrown all plans awry and made me rather cross with life.
However, I WILL smile for the following reasons:
- I made it to the library with the boys after the incident and everyone was pleased to see us after 2 years.
- Whilst I may have been seen more quickly in Spital Winterthur and may well have come away with some painkillers, I didn't have to wait too long at Good Hope, there were no drunks and I was straight into Xray and out again.
- The girl that plastered me said 'bet you're glad you waxed your legs!'
- I went to SCBC this morning and it was good to be back
- I have the best family ever - my boys are being so helpful and John is an angel who needs to sit down and have a rest but won't until the house is sorted as he knows it's stressing me.
- My Mum said 'well, it makes your sun tan look good at least!'
- How could you not smile when your son lies curled up on the floor behind a box and uncurls himself like a hydraulic lift to move a box across the floor to you, or carries your girly cardigan for you as you can't use your crutches and carry it?
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