Instead I engaged the world of public transport, welcome to the world of buses, trains and shanks' pony. I never realised just how much I loved my car until that point.
A week in Crete also had its low points, strict orders not to swim from the doc were obeyed momentarily, as temperatures on the island shot up to 45 degrees, I decided to learn to swim with a sling, one arm elevated, trying to avoid going around in circles!
Only last week the impediment was removed - now I've been left with another one, firstly I still can't get my wallet out of my pocket (which of course has its benefits), and secondly both family and the team at Intercounty find my lack of motor skills hilarious, talking of which I finally back to driving after 7 long weeks, and within half an hour of being on the road, I get hit up the bum by a van bugger. All that time the car sat on the drive, and now it's going to be sitting in a garage waiting to be repaired. £300 of damage - perhaps public transport is not so bad after all!
The physio starts Monday.....
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