When Life Gives You Lemons, Drink Tequila (Rose)

This week started off great.

I was off to beautiful Hereford to stay with my friend. We lunched, we drank, we watched films and TV and we laughed. The weekend flew by and I was soon back home with the husband and Toby.

I had a great week planned, getting my hair done on Monday (goodbye grey), the bestie’s birthday lunch on Tuesday =, dinner with my friend on Wednesday and getting my eyelashes done Thursday ready for the bestie’s big birthday night out on Saturday.

As usual, life had other plans.

On my way back from the hairdressers, I decided to pop quickly into Bluewater, even though I was going there for lunch the following day, so I didn’t really need to. Strolling through M&S minding my own business, when the next thing I know I am on the floor.

Fortunately, it wasn’t too busy in there and a kind lady walked over to see if I was ok. I got up, laughed it off and headed back to my car, realised as I got closer that my ankle was hurting. Not again!!

I drive myself home on the brink of tears, part pain, part humiliation, part frustration. As soon as I get in the door I am crying, I get even more upset when I remember the husband is on Jury service and not home to give me a much-needed cuddle. So Toby is my very unwilling consolation prize.

I get my leg up and get the frozen peas on my ankle and cry a bit more, hoping against hope that my ankle will be back to normal for…