I can almost stumble into song on this one and I am reminded of Stan Laurel singing.

Sat here with Mrs Club Foot at 11.40 in the pm watching the moon on the longest day after peg leg has been for a womble up the lane and we bumped into Mr Magoo out walking his dog.

So lets think for a second here is a woman ON CRUTCHES and a dog bounding all over the place, what does Magoo do, err bugga all! Happily telling his life story, let’s see “second partner, 2 kids by a previous relationship, not married, 1 daughter, not working, right handed, Irish descent, never lived outside a town or heard bird song, doesn’t know about broadband speeds” not bad for 30 seconds, Jen you would proud!

Good news from the foot specialist is that things appear to be settling down well and I may achieve normal again in approx 24 weeks (how long????). While that seems a long way off I am assured that now I can stand on the bad foot time will fly and I’ll be running around in no time (like I ever run anywhere!)

One foot is still very bruised and much bigger than the other (just call me Frodo) but its looking more like a foot again at least.

So, Dr Foot took my old trusty crutches off me, after having enquired exactly how on earth I managed to bend the things designed to take a weight of over 300lbs and has given me new ones to play with.

Darn things are hard to use, I had to demonstrate going upstairs and downstairs before she’d let me loose. I did explain that going up and down stairs on ones bottom was equally productive but the Dr was having none of it. Cue, making me showed her I could do it in front of the whole waiting room, much to their amusement.

So, another several weeks of assisted walking with my new sticks, physio and a revisit to the foot specialist to see if I have progressed.

And the sun is shining. A great start to the weekend me thinks!

Off to buy Nora Batty shoes tomorrow so I have something suitable to walk around in.