Come on 'ere to cheer myself up.
W managed to fall in the hen run today at about 11 a.m. no big deal she thought so she got on with cleaning out the hen shed. Then she came in and I helped her remove her wellibob things.
Her left ankle, the one on her paralysed foot, was swollen up to buggrey.
So I told her, "It's off to orspicle for you, lass!"
Set off at about 12.30, arrived back home at about 7 p.m.
She has fractured an ankle bone so will be off that foot for 6 weeks.
Well whoopee do, that is only about just less than a quarter of our time over here.
So guess who is going to be doing non-stop gardening and other stuff?
Luckily our doorways are just big enough to accomodate her fold-up wheelchair that we normally only use on ferries.
But she is in pain poor lass, and well fffed off about the whole situation.
She only ever seems to hurt herself over here. and it is always by falling over something..
Still all this heaving of her around as well as the extra work can only do my waistline good!
Sleep well folks!