Still limping...

Samuel Beckett (my cat) must really hate me, as he has managed to trip me up twice this week, which is not helping my poor foot/leg to get better. He has taken to lying in the hallway, meaning I have to step over him, which of course then means he decides to move UNDER foot just as I step and then lose my balance, wrenching my already black and blue ankle. Bloody cat. And he expects me to feed him as well!

Where is Mr Tennant to take me away from all this?!


Can I have one of these, please?

Hobble Hobble...

So - always pay attention to where you are walking. Or you will miss your footing, fall down the kerb and make sure you can't walk properly for a few weeks and have an ankle that is now black and blue and every other colour you can think of. I know, because that is what I did this week.

I'm hobbling about with a stick and feel about 90 (I'm sure some would say I look it as well) and have a foot strapped up and just a tad painful. Felt such a fool at the time, especially when my co workers came out to haul me up and drag me back into work. Although, can I just say a big thanks to the woman who, seeing me sat in a heap in a muddy puddle on the side of the sliproad I fell in, drove AROUND my outstretched legs and didn't stop to help. Yeah, thanks a lot for that.

Never perv at work...

Really.

I watched selections from Blackpool today on my MP4 player. Well, when I say selections, it was more 'Songs from Blackpool'. Which meant the lovely Peter singing 'Should I stay' and looking wide eyed and adorable, which is no bad thing. It also meant 'I second that emotion' and 'Skweeze me...' which, at a lunchtime and at my desk, was possibly not the wisest thing I've done. Not that I'm complaining, mind, but still. a little too much for me to take.

I shall do it again tomorrow.

I'm useless

At blogs. I can't say I'll keep it up regularly, if at all, but I may try. Who knows? It's not like I often have anything of interest to say. Take today - I'm off work after an aborted weekend away, due to the weather. What am I doing on my day off? Tidying my fithly flat? Doing washing?? Looking to buy a new telly so I don't have to hit it with a hammer to watch it (I kid you not!) ??? No, I am lying in bed, creating a blog and looking at pretty pictures of The Boy (Mr Tennant to you).

Such is my sad life.