Ouch....

      Well I now know how T-Rex must have felt with those bloody stupid arms nature had endowed him with, though I'm not sure that 'endowed' is the correct word for those short and bloody useless fore limbs!

      Let me explain, a week ago today, that would be the 5th of November when we Brits celebrate the last occasion anyone entered our Houses of Parliament with any semblance of honesty, I was happily working away on my tripod ladder trimming a rather nice mixed hedge when the ladder shifted causing moi to fall some five feet, the height where upon my size eights were perched, to a rather unforgiving lawn that the recent rain had failed to soften enough to cushion my landing. The upshot of said landing was the snapping of my collar bone, a piece of anatomy that previously I have not had reason to notice within my decades of life. The Norse Gods also decided to further the test of this latest trial by ensuring that it is my right clavicle that has split asunder knowing damn well that I am right handed, bless their frozen beards! 

     So with the first week of my torment now behind me I am trying to occupy my time as all physical work is out of the question whilst my body sets about repairing the damage, hence the return to the written word. My right arm is now in full T-Rex mode spending most of its time in a sling which means I have to adapt somewhat. Simple tasks now become a minefield of dangers with me trying to avoid the stabs of pain one wrong move entails. Such tasks include using the computer mouse, brushing ones teeth, getting dressed (I still cannot put socks and shoes on with G's assistance) and wiping my backside....the list goes on but you get the idea I hope.

     I find that even typing this short piece is tiring and aggravates the dull ache in my shoulder so I shall end this for now but hopefully there will be more musings to follow.....