Ouch!!

I’m such an idiot. Growing up my dear mother used to say I could “trip over the pattern in the carpet” and today she was right.. well almost. Our daft dog helped!

I was vacuuming this morning and Prince heard MrD outside and as he made a dash for the door he barged through me and knocked me flying. I was stopped mid flight by the door opening and my head made contact. My head is quite hard so not much damage.. but I badly sprained my ankle. My concerned husband strapped it well but it’s quite painful and I spent the day either hobbling around or sitting with my foot elevated. Hopefully it will be a bit better tomorrow. 

So I spent the rest of the day listening to the radio, reading and knitting... and.. feeling a bit useless. MrD was a complete sweetheart looking after my needs... and even made dinner. Well.. he is the Hot Dog King!!

The Whistler "The Shrunken Head"

13 June 1942

Later we both settled down to listen to The Whistler on the radio. I don't think I will be able to hobble to church tomorrow.. so another easy day is on the cards

Goodnight Lovelies