I wasn't doing anything exciting, like rescuing a lost pet from a fire, no, I was getting in the car.
Yes it was that thrilling, I was getting in the car to go shopping, as we always do, and somehow I twisted my foot. It was a small movement, nothing dramatic at all, a little swivel as I got into the car and agony shot through my foot so I fell into the car rather than sitting down.
Now this isn't the first time I've done this, so I knew while I was sitting down, with no weight on my foot, I would be ok. Driving was a bit uncomfortable, but not that bad, and we were able to do all the things we had planned on - taking parcels to the post office, visiting the bank to put cheques in, and go do some grocery shopping.
Graham does all the running about, in and out of shops etc, so all I had to do was sit in the car and crochet.
Of course eventually we had to go home, park the car and get from the car into the house.
I got out of the car and onto the pavement and said to Graham, 'I can't move. I can't put any weight on my foot.'
Luckily my wheels are always in the car, so Graham got them out and wheeled me up to the front door.
Great, now how an I going to get over the step into the house, if I can only stand on one foot?
Graham left me contemplating while he got the shopping out of the car and ferried it into the house.
In the meantime the dogs had come to look at me. They were inside and wondering why I was just sitting looking at them. Tallulah jumped up to greet me, and pushed me backwards down the path, then ran away and hid in the house.
Back at the door I decided I would just have to go for it, or face living in the shed until my foot got better.
Somehow I got into the house with the aid of two walking sticks, and found that I could shuffle slowly to the bathroom and back to the living room - thank goodness our bathroom is on the ground floor.
That night I knew there was no way I would be able to do the stairs, so I would have to sleep on the sofa.
It was an interesting night and quite lively.
At around 1pm Graham appeared downstairs. He couldn't sleep because I wasn't keeping him warm, so he had to get one of my crocheted blankets to put on the bed.
A little later I woke up to find a dogs nose an inch or so from mine. Laying down on the sofa I was apparently just the right height for a dog to stare at me in comfort.
Hello Bridie.
I went back to sleep and was again woken by a dog's nose. But Tallulah is a little less inhibited than Bridie, so this time the cold nose was on mine and followed by a lick.
I was awake before 5 am as I didn't know what the time was, so put the tv on to try and find out.
Thank goodness the foot has healed relatively quickly.
I was able to make it upstairs the next night, although it took some time. But it seems to have got better quite quickly.
Oh incidentally, this week Graham brought me some gifts when he did the shopping, as it will soon be Valentines Day.
'I am just a big softie!' he declared with a smile.
He got me: an economy strawberry cheesecake, a pack of mixed flavour Walkers Crisps, and a staple gun.
I can't wait to play with the staple gun!
I still remember my father stapling himself to our front gate when he was decorating for the Queen's Silver Jubilee celebrations.
