So you can imagine what a whole Parliament can do to one's delicate constitution. Vile, evil bunch of snouts in trough, repugnant to look at and brain blowing to listen to.
AND I ONLY GOT ONE CARD FOR MY BIRTHDAY and an email from my Harry Potter club.
Leg is getting better, down to leaning on one stick and sometimes walking without. Swearing and snivelling is down several notches. At least I didn't break anything just scrambled whatever holds me up but I still haven't been out of the house, can't get down the steps or up the steps. Stop laughing, just think how many things you can't do standing on one leg while the other is screaming 'don't hurt me'.
And it would be this time to have a wheel break on the computer chair. So in the great Karmic tradition, I'm sitting here making up a fourth leg on a chair.
Time for bed and painkillers.