Rib cracking

I've taken to walking around the woods, listening to electronic ambient music on my ipod and taking photos of the sky. Hopefully it's just a phase I'm going through.

Broken out of my new age reverie when I got back to the house as I have to whisk Mrs Smith up to A&E at the hospital. She had an accident in the shop a few weeks back and hurt her ribs. She was gritting her teeth and putting up with the pain until Thursday night when I made her run for the last bus after insisting on squeezing in one for the ditch in The Abbotsford. I think that sprint has aggravated any injury. She didn't get much sleep last night.

Sure enough she has a cracked rib - for which there is no known cure except rest and painkillers. And lounging on the sofa with the remote in a firm grip.

Get well soon Mrs Smith. Please.