...I just don't know what to do with myself.
On Saturday at tennis I tore a muscle in my calf. I was going for a volley shot at the net. I think we won the point but I can't be sure. Anyway, the result is that I am now indisposed. A weekend of sitting on my backside unable to move. Heaven for some, torture for me. I started a bit of sewing.
Today it's 9.30am and I'm already shedding tears at daytime TV; a survivor of the holocaust and a soldier who had his leg blown off. That certainly puts a torn muscle into perspective.