Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
The day of reckoning
Tomorrow is P day. It is the day Keith goes back to hospital to get the pin removed from his ankle. For the benefit of new readers, Keith broke his ankle on ice at the beginning of March. Being a conscientious sort of chap, he did it properly - a complicated break in three places, which, for various reasons, needed a pin inserting through the base of his foot, to remain in place only until the bones were healed.
So, after weeks and months of hobbling around on crutches and cruising around in a wheelchair, the pin is now about to be taken out. He'll still have to wear his 'moonboot' for a bit longer, but at least will be able to put his foot to the ground.
Just as well, really. He is getting a bit fed up with my 'Ah, Jim lad......pieces of eight' impressions.
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Thanks, Flighty.
Today's the day, dear Jenny. I'll be thinking of your man, there in hospital. On pins and needles.
I remember teasing my dad when he broke his leg, calling him "hop-along-cassidy" to which he would correct me and say "No, 'Hopalong-placidly'"....such a wag my old dad. Hope things went well for Keith!
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