In a quest for new books to read, I took the bus into town this afternoon. Spent about an hour browsing the shelves in my favourite bookshop (standing room only, no comfy seats). The ankle started playing up after 10 minutes or so. In the end, I cut my visit short, selected only three books and went home to a pile of laundry which I've just hung out to dry. I've done the cooking, the hoovering and the ironing; I wanted to do the windows as well, but...I'm pooped. And the ankle's started to hurt some more.
This has not gone the way I planned it. I thought that after the initial two weeks of enforced rest, I'd be able to have some quality time off work before I had to go back there. Seems I was wrong.
Still, three more weeks to go and then the cast gets removed! That is something to look forward to, I suppose.