R.I.C.E.

That's - rest, ice, compression, elevation. Turned my ankle after this morning's 'run'. Thought it was OK till the trip round the supermarket. Left hobbling in agony. Still, meant I got to read some more of my book, Wolf Hall, sat in a suitably Henry VIII gout-y way with my foot up. Lark's tongues weren't on the menu tonight, just 100 pudding ways with pears.