I’m in agony and can’t sit down without wincing. I don’t think I broke anything, but I must have one hell of a bruise. Unfortunately I can’t see without a highly complex arrangement of mirrors.
And the weather forecast isn’t good. Rain and high winds for most of the day, with only a small chance of a clear patch at some point. So I decide to sit tight until it shows signs of clearing up, but with very limited buses on a sunday, I might not make it out at all.
It clears up and is much better than expected, but by then it’s too late and the day is wasted. To rub salt into the wound, it stays nice all the way through to teatime before we get a shower. On the plus side I get my blogging up to date, watch the grand prix and watch a bond film so it’s not a complete disaster.
I go to bed with a firm resolve to walk whatever the weather for the remaining days.
