Since spectacularly falling down the travelator in tescos, ripping my ankle up and damaging the ligaments I have gained a new appreciation for, well just about everything. I have spent this week relying on the kindness of neighbors (One in particular who, luckily, has kindness in abundance) and my flatmate,who has, suddenly turned into Mother Teresa, dressed in rugby shirt and dubes of course.
One can't help but wonder, had I trained as an Olympic gymnast as a young girl would I have fallen so dramatically? Had I started life as a synchronised swimmer would i have had more co-ordination? Or could it be the cold hand of karma be coming to get me? "I'll get you my pretty, you and your little dusty too" (thats right, I view karma as the wicked witch from Oz) Hadn't I built up enough "good deed stamps" to avoid that fall, I mean that's what "my name is Earl" would had me believe and surely television is always right?
Well whatever the reason, I'm stuck with a bum leg, there are some pro's and some con's to this.....I just can't think of the pro's right now.
Thanks for reading my first blog :-)
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