Once more, I am stuck nursing my ankle and otherwise attempting to return what passes as my health.
I am doing better. I can wander around without the cane, and in the brief occasions when I'm not wearing the brace, I am reminded why I need it with the odd little twinge.
I need to go shopping at some point because, once again, we're powering through the eggs and flour. My bread's delicious and Mayhem and I have developed the habit of breakfasting on a good scramble.
I'll have to go tomorrow, because I'm currently wet-setting my hair to have a decent wave to it.
Which looks like this:
[Shown here: This lunatic with their hair done up in twin braids and held with a hair clip on top of their head. There's also clothes pegs holding the ends of the braids on paperclips]
Not the best look for my usual Leyland's Tour of the shopping emporiums.
So I shall be making my offerings and slagging off for the rest of the day. In between icing my darn ankle, of course.