As expected, this morning was a delight while my foot was useless. Sleep had been a bit sporadic as I tried to find a comfortable position. At least I was in a bed as opposed to the sofa I was confined to in Sweden.
I know I shouldn’t complain. There’s plenty of people a lot worse off than me. And, of course, my foot will heal, the swelling will go down and I shall walk again. Even so, it’s a right pain.
And I missed out on Much Ado About Nothing at the Globe. From all accounts, the Weasels had a great time.
I did get a lot of sympathy from Emma.
Well, that’s how I interpret that look. Of course, she could just be missing going for a walk. I did throw the tennis ball up the hall for about an hour, so she managed a bit of a run around. And there’s always the irregular cat chasing when they visit.
In the meanwhilst, way down under, Mirinda and Fi had a trip to Fagan Park. They’d been temporarily relieved of their caring details by Sue, Grae and Michelle. They also went to Greenshades though, according to Mirinda, it’s changed a lot. In fact, it’s not even called Greenshades any more.
When we Skyped, Mirinda was fighting back the jetlag; struggling to keep her eyes open. We didn’t talk for long.
Hmmm I think that’s a critical rather than sympathetic look from Emma. And how did you get that picture??