I'm getting low on supplies. I have enough food to last me another day, although it's not the type of food I fancy at the moment. So I've been toying with the idea of venturing outside, tempting myself with the thought of cheese and avocados...but I'm daunted by the fact that there's five flights of stairs to negotiate before I'm at street level. Although under normal circumstances, the supermarket's only a five minute walk away, today it seems to me as if it might just as well be on the moon. And even if I do make it there, I don't know how I'm going to carry all the stuff I need back home with me.
Maybe Mum was right, and I should have stayed at hers a while longer. Contrary to my expectations, this walking cast hasn't made life any easier for me.
ETA: Problem solved! My kindly downstairs neighbour's just offered to take me grocery shopping tomorrow -- I can load up the boot to his car with all the goodies I require, and he'll even lug them upstairs for me.
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