Toeses and Noses

Anne thinks she may have broken a toe. (Oh no, she didn't do it on the City Tour bus - that was last week! Actually it's a good job she didn't break it last week, we did an awful lot of walking round Glasgow and she has been looking forward to that trip.) Fell down a hole apparently, we went up to A and E but the whole of Blackpool were there and the walk in centre (perhaps it should be renamed the 'hobble in centre' as everyone else seemed to be doing the same tonight) seemed a better option.

* I'm sorry but if you are going to become a regular reader of this blog you'd better get used to my long sentences and sub clauses and split infinitives. (If I ever get my novel completed it will definitely be full of this style of thing and it will be easier for you to read if you get into the hang of this now)

Well apparently they wouldn't have done anything for the toe at A&E anyway so we saved ourselves the long wait, just plenty of rest and elevation - they don't even strap it up now because it's better to splay the toes! (I've probably got that wrong, but anyway I'm not a medical expert) so here we are back at home. I seem to remember a friend at school playing football and breaking his nose, and they said much the same to him apparently (well I think it had already been splayed but that's not really what I meant.)

I suppose amazingly these injuries will just heal themselves. Never be quite the same again, noses just don't go back exactly after being broken, and probably toes don't either. There are a few well known football managers with distinctive faces to prove it. But we carry on. Interesting, though, isn't it, the wonder of the power of healing???

Well, I'd better go and make another coffee!