Broke

while painting doors at the crack of dawn I went to feed the poor little birds
Slipped on the slates outside banged my knee and landed awkwardly on my ankle ... luckily Emily was in the house and not in Manchester otherwise I probably would have died as I just couldn't move
I actually gave up...

rescued by Em, she went to the nearest neighbours a fair bit away to use their telephone He came back and they both helped me up into the doorway where sat till the ambulance arrived
at the hospital I was told I had a chipped bone in my knee and a sprained ankle and sent home with a thing to keep my knee straight and painkillers
went home and suffered but walked around on my leg




5 days later it was decided that my ankle was broken and the chipped bone in my knee was ligament damage and that I had osteoarthritis

hhrmph


6 weeks later I had a sneaking feeling that i didn't really need the caste