On Sunday I played rugby. Played quite well for 70 minutes, grunting away in the second row, but then twisted my ankle attempting some strange ‘sidestep’ manoeuvre and left the field for physio assistance and a pint.
After a while I found I could walk normally, so I went off home and took Lady Tester out for a meal.
After the meal I tried to stand up and couldn’t put any weight on my foot. Same thing yesterday morning. So I wrapped my ankle in gaffer tape and set off to clientco. After a while things improved and I didn’t have any problems walking any more.
Just 5 minutes ago, the bloody cretin sitting next to me shot across the room on his wheeled office chair and smacked into my ankle. I can’t bloody walk now and I need a tulip!
After a while I found I could walk normally, so I went off home and took Lady Tester out for a meal.
After the meal I tried to stand up and couldn’t put any weight on my foot. Same thing yesterday morning. So I wrapped my ankle in gaffer tape and set off to clientco. After a while things improved and I didn’t have any problems walking any more.
Just 5 minutes ago, the bloody cretin sitting next to me shot across the room on his wheeled office chair and smacked into my ankle. I can’t bloody walk now and I need a tulip!
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