My good intentions to blog regularly were foiled by that sneaky narcolepsy. I've just had the cast removed after falling in the kitchen and breaking my wrist. The doctors couldn’t understand how I was more upset about breaking my favourite mug but Prince Daddy, who spent many, many weeks listening to me moan about horrible cups of tea, went on ebay and sneakily managed to find 2 identical mugs. Somehow, the doctor in charge of me didn’t understand my statement that wrists heal and mugs don't. I felt bad keeping her from her surgery – she needed that stick removing from somewhere uncomfortable…. urgently!
It also may be a while before I am able to blog again. Prince Daddy, taking me at my word, bought me a lovely treat – Heelys!
He was so pleased to find a brand new pair, boxed and with tags in a charity shop for just a fiver (and in my size) that I decided not to tell him my statement of want was really just an attempt to appear daring and brave. I mean, I didn’t think he’d actually APPROVE of me getting shoes with little wheels on the bottom. So now I have decided to embrace the danger and ride away. I wore them for the first time this morning, after studying youtube carefully for advice. On my second fall, I saw a worried little face above me. “Do you think you should wait til you’re a little bit bigger to do that Mummy?” If I waited til I was any bigger, I’d be more top heavy than I am now! I did agree that maybe that was a good time for a break though, and maybe a Kitkat. Little Prince very thoughtfully ate both fingers of our Kitkat, thereby rescuing me from any further weight related handicaps.
I’ll promise to TRY not to break anything, but seeing as I can break a limb walking, don’t hold out much hope for the Heely shoes!
