Footsteps

Last week's excessive walking did something to my right ankle, I have no recollection whatsoever of treading askew, but I must have done something weird walking the streets - and the odd shop - of Stockholm. Since Friday evening the ankle has been more or less swollen and sore. I have been trying to take it easy, not resting too much on it. Rubbing anti-inflammatory ointment on it, keeping it warm.

The prospect of seeing a doctor for it really doesn't appeal to me - let's just say that the local health care centre, when it comes to doctors, leaves a lot to be desired... And getting myself into the city for a doctor's appointment, now, for some reason doesn't have an appealing ring to it either... And what would a doctor say, rest, keep warm, rub this ointment? Besides, I think it just might be feeling a slight bit less sore and swollen now...

Weekend plans are simply meant to be broken - better that than a broken leg - I'll just have to take the sofa position, watch movies and knit. Which can be nice for a while, but will get boring after some hours... And there are a whole lot of things that need to be done, which can't be dealt with jumping on one leg... Oh my, is this annoying or what?!

Next week I, the legs and feet, really, really, very much so need to be perky and back in walking mood. In time for a special treat. No, most definitely can't let a silly sore ankle get in the way of that.

Silly alluring Stockholm in lovely autumn shroud that just keep tempting undersigned for yet another walk, another outing, another finding - or rediscovery - of a place of wild strawberries.

And silly - but most and mainly pitiful - me that can't stop listening to the siren call of the autumnal dressed lady in the water above.

So, foot up, sofa position, movies, yarn, turn a blind eye to the mess that *should* be dealt with and toes crossed for a weekend full recovery.