On Saturday I went to collect my meds from the pharmacy. It's not too far to walk so I took my dog. We walked in a different direction which was exciting because there were more sniffs and lamp posts to wee on (him, not me π) and it was breezy, which caused much cavorting ( him, not me π)
On the way back, with a heavy load of meds over my shoulder, the dog yanked me suddenly causing much elbow pain ( me, not him π’) . Long story short, dislocated elbow. A&E fascinated by my extra mobile joints (π¬). Glad to give them fun. Right arm in sling and I live alone (dog no help; where is Lassie when you need her)?
So why cry? Because I have an intense craving for caramelised red onion chutney and can't get the lid off. Tempted to stand at the gate and ask a strong looking passer by to help, but best not.
OK, no crying. You have to laugh x