Sprained

My feeling under the weather caught up with me today as a cold which had been threatening to take me down, finally broke through the levees.

With a little regret and some relief, I sent my apologies for not making this evening’s office party (which turned out to be quite poorly attended and “really tame”) and settled in for a busy day.

The morning was great - I had one of those meetings you dread, but actually goes really well - and then another one I was not looking forward to on a Friday afternoon, cancelled again!

We were all set for a nice easy evening with some friends over early doors for pizza…..

Unfortunately, m’boy had taken a knock whilst playing rugby earlier in the day and his foot had swollen quite alarmingly. I’ve had a few similar injuries myself and my gut reaction was a sprained ankle, but with m’boy clearly in pain and not wishing to take any chances, post-pizza, we went up to the emergency treatment centre.

Despite my efforts to stay positive and take the mickey, there followed three of the most mind-numbingly boring hours ever recorded as he was consulted, x-rayed (I accidentally prodded the nurse’s touchscreen), bandaged up and told to head for home on some fun size crutches. 

It’s nice to know that Tiny Tim will be coming home this Christmas.