It's Good Friday today so yesterday I nicked out from work and headed down to the waterfront to get some super-fresh prawns off the trawler (as you do skite skite) for the fish barbecue tonight.
My purchase complete, I trotted back to the car, caught my foot in a broken bit of footpath (as you do) and splatted so heavily and inelegantly that the fishermen came tearing out to see if I was ok. I think I was a bit shocked becuase I more or less bolted away. I should have asked them for some ice. Now my foot is sporting some unsightly bruises and is quite painful even without weight on it. It feels weird. I might whiz up to the hospital for an x-ray when I've finished my tea.
Bloody prawns.
UPDATE: possible fracture, a week on crutches then another x-ray to confirm. #!&%!! #!&%!! #!&%!!
2 much-appreciated comments:
I am sure they were totally worth it, Grace.
:-)
:-(
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