Yesterday my right ankle started aching. By the time we reached home my ankle was swollen and I was dragging it around like an overstuffed sack of coal. This morning I was hobbling. It’s Japan all over again.
I’m assuming it’s gout related and will get worse before it improves. It might also mean I’ll not be going to Cassel with the Weasels tomorrow.
It goes together with the swollen elbow I’ve been suffering for the last few days. Except with the elbow I can still walk. Mind you, when I rest my forehead in my hands with despair, it hurts. A lot.
It didn’t help that I had to go up and down the stairs with load after load of laundry. Still, I managed to work my way through all but one load.
In the meanwhilst, Mirinda and Bob set off for London – Mirinda to work and Bob to potter around Covent Garden before they both eventually headed off for Canary Wharf.
The only time I left the house was to take the girls to the vet for their boosters. This was essential otherwise we’d not be able to go to Florence. I left myself a lot of time. What normally takes around ten minutes took half an hour.
The rest of the day was spent doing WW1 research. At least that makes me forget my own pathetic woes.
😦 poor m8e