Feet on the table...

sat in the garden I’m...

b o r e d!

The morning found me pottering with my pots, well, you would wouldn’t you?  You know the sort of stuff, rearranging, bit like the deckchairs on the Titanic.  I’ve swept, I’ve clipped, I’ve poked a pigeon up it’s a**e, like you do?  Now like the true Elizabeth Bott personage that I am, I am casting around to think of something to do?

I know I’ll tell you a story of me a broken ankle and an emerald ring?

Well to cut a short story long.

I broke my ankle stepping off a stile onto an unseen pebble.

Crashing to the ground in a very ladylike fashion my first words weren’t what you would expect...

‘Oh f**k!’ 

but...

‘I’ve broken it!’

Himself flew over the stile kindly stepping over my prone form and as we were only a short distance from his home, he sat me upright and went to get the car.

He took me to A & E and yes I had broken my ankle.

We were just a week away from flying off on one of our exotic holidays... what timing?

With every fibre of my body and charm in overdrive I  endeavoured to persuade the specialist to sign me a fit-to-fly certificate.  After dark warnings of the risk of a DVT, my magnetic personality  wove its magic.  The bowed and broken man was on the point of uncapping his Mont Blanc pen when  common sense hit me square between the eyes, I graciously decided that I would follow his expert  advice!

To cut a long story short... it was just as well for once I did as i was told, as without the long haul flight I managed to get a DVT and spent a week in hospital.

You see I can be sensible... surprised, yes I was as well.

Anyway, I haven’t even got to the crux of the story yet...

As I was convalescing a little parcel arrived with this emerald ring inside. 

The card was in my wicked daughter-in law’s writing...

‘Miss Taylor you left this behind on you last visit to us.  We do hope you are recovering well and look forward to seeing you next time.

From all at the Betty Ford Clinic’

Bloody cheek!

I did laugh though.

Apparently when they came down to see me, I was looking in ‘my eyes’ a million dollars, dolled up, full slap on and shades, being pushed around by my ever attentive SOP.  In their eyes however I looked just like this...

You have to laugh!

Two blog posts in one day?

Now what shall I do for badness?