Grounded

Broken ankle misdiagnosed as gnat bite. That's my condition. I've been walking, driving dancing for seven weeks with a broken bone in my foot. Today I got my cast and crutches and that's the subject of my blog. It was going to be about going out in London. Perhaps foolishly I am going to go out, the first evening I have my crutches. I put a blue sock over my exposed toes and dressed in a jacket and earrings to match, a move away from my usual bag lady style, knowing this will help. I'll need all the help I can get.