Monday, 5 November 2012

In the words of the glorious Dusty Springfield...

...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.

4 comments:

ric-rac said...

Oh no. I hope you recover soon. I HATE sitting down for very long too : )x

freckleface said...

Ants in our pants eh? :) xx

olivia said...

Like your floral bits and bobs :). Glad that your calf is a feeling a bit better today xx

freckleface said...

Thanks my dear!! :) xxx