Last night John was talking on the phone and saw me do a spectacular horizontal flight straight past the door.
I landed smack into the bookcase with my shoulder, used Sheena`s four-letter word, loudly - and today I can`t stitch. The shoulder, despite liberal applications of Witch Hazel, is approximately the shade of Anchor 108. It all started because tripped over a mat as I was limping up the hall - because I bashed my foot on a Marks and Spencer`s trolley wheel ten days ago, and it`s become infected - thin red line running up my leg etc., so every other day I`m at the hospital having it sorted. I didn`t mind THAT so much - at least it didn`t stop me stitching!
What next, I ask myself? At least I had a win on the Premium Bonds this month, and on the lottery last week (Nothing much, but a win is a win, isn`t it?).
Pat P