Hi all and greetings from The Fog. It looks like the film set for a gothic horror production outside, all swirling mist and a heavy frost. Very eerie. The past couple of days have been cold but quite lovely so i suppose there has to be the odd wintery day.
I'm feeling bruised and pretty foolish at the moment. I was shopping in Lincoln on Tuesday and, on my way to my last stop, to collect something from Lakeland, realised I was passing a favourite bakery/deli and, on a whim, decided to stop off there and get a hazelet. I turned into the doorway and completely failed to notice the tiny doorstep, about 2cm high. The toe of my boot caught against it and, there I was, sprawled on the smart tiled floor! Fortunately, I managed to land more or less entirely on my right arm rather than my face or my wrist and my lovely arctic parka meant I was well padded but, even so, my upper right arm is b****y painful and I can't do simple things like wringing out a dishcloth or even wash my hands without it hurting. I think it's just bruising and entirely my own fault for not looking where I was going but I'm torn between feeling cross with myself for my stupidity and with embarrassment because all the staff in there probably think that a) I was drunk or b) I'm one of those old women who "have falls"
(I wonder why, when you reach some point in life over about 55, noboy ever says you fell or you tripped up but you "had a fall", as though it just comes and bites you on the bum like getting appendicitis or something?)
All this means that I'm not doing much at present, or doing it very slowly and OH is trying his best to be helpful.A mixed blessing, at times! Anyhow, I hope everyone else is staying upright and nobody is snowed in? Take care, all