Foxes boxes

There are three fox cubs that play in my garden daily. They bring things to play with. So far I have found:

A chewed Disney Pluto soft toy
3 stripey socks
1 black leather shoe (my size, not my style)
5 heavy duty gloves
2 sun hats
A plastic tray with 11 whole eggs in
A teddybear

My two cats are not impressed.

Lilacs

There is a bunch of dead lilacs in a jug on my table. There is no way that I can carry the jug (half full of brackish water) from the living room to the kitchen sink whilst on crutches. If I take the dead flowers out they will drop old petals on the floor which I can't vacuum. Getting up the garden steps and the sloping, overgrown lawn is another challenge and then there is the precarious balancing act of holding one crutch and trying to cut anything that will look nicer than dead lilac. Scissors tucked into the waistband of my skirt is risky. Mobile tucked into my bra is another matter. The little things in life are sometimes more difficult than the big things.

Pressed for time?

I bought a new TV.Whilst tossing and turning in discomfort most of the night I decided to be creative within safe limits today and pick flowers to press. My plan was to make pretty pictures in a couple of weeks when pressed flowers are dry. It's raining and windy. I'm not allowed to put weight on foot or get the dressing wet so the flowers will have to wait for another day. I'll sit and watch new TV instead. Doh!

Insult to injury?

Following on from my previous post - my TV has finally given up the ghost which is why I'm typing this blog. I could be doing creative stuff such as sewing together all the crochet squares I made, learning how to download photos or improving my hopping technique. I could think of a cunning plan to waterproof my leg so that I could bath or shower. I could design a crutch that turns into a wheelchair. Or, I may buy a new TV.

Snap!

I have finally snapped. I managed to break my ankle (both sides) and my big toe. It was easy to do - just slipped on the stairs from the loft bedroom and slid, foot first, into the bathroom wall. Frozen peas, swearing and a mug of tea failed to make it better. A trip to hospital two days later revealed the hat trick of fractures.

It is a real eye opener to learn who your friends are. I had my suspicions as life has not been easy over the past 6 months and only a few people have genuinely cared. Whoever ends up arranging my funeral (a long way off, hopefully) will have an easy time with the guest list. Every cloud has a silver lining.