We had no sooner gotten over that when we received news that a good friend had taken his own life. Very tragic and very upsetting for all concerned.
And then – the topper – last Wednesday, arriving back from our three weekly shop in Taree, I stumbled on the edge of a wheel rut. My foot went one way, ankle the other and inevitably, I ended up on the ground. Frightened the daylights out of Rick, but his first-aid instincts came to the fore and he whisked (OK whisked is entirely the wrong word!) me inside and got an ice-pack straight on my ankle. Unfortunately, I couldn’t put any weight down on my foot at all without a lot of yelping and swearing, so following morning it was back into Taree to the Emergency department and X-Rays. Results – a break in the bottom part of the ankle bone. Not a bad one in the greater scheme of things, but enough to keep me in a cast, with crutches and unable to use the foot, for 4 – 6 weeks.
Still, I’m learning to use the crutches, and getting around albeit much more slowly.
Yesterday was lovely and sunny after a few wet and miserable days, so we headed out for a drive to Ellenborough Falls and the Rapids – just to alleviate incipient cabin fever. Lovely drive and lovely morning.
