Apologies to anyone who was supposed to see me this weekend, most notably the launch bash for The Bideford Post (a new monthly newspaper for which Corinna and I are writing a column) but not only have we been overtaken by events, and I really don't feel like going out in public, but I have managed to hurt myself again.
I really am the most accident-prone klutz in the history of cryptozoology, but early yesterday morning I was answering a call of nature when I trod (all 23 stone of me) on the plug of the vacuum cleaner, which had become detached from its customary place.
I was barefoot.
I am now hobbling around the place like a character from some dreadful pre-war horror movie, and everyone is being very nice to me, and (though I deserve it) no-one has told me that I really should look where I am going. But bloody hell, it hurts whenever I walk....
Ouch! I've done that. It really is quite nasty.
ReplyDeleteAh so that is why you still have the cover of the Grateful Dead album on your page. Very apt, my dear.
ReplyDelete"everyone is being very nice to me, and (though I deserve it) no-one has told me that I really should look where I am going."
ReplyDeleteAllow me to be the first to say it - CLUMSY BUGGER. lol:
Seriously though, as a diabetic you should never walk around bare foot, no matter how loud mother nature (or anyone else) is calling.