This morning I broke one of my little toes. I'd like to be able to say that it was whilst playing football with deprived children in Chequer Square, but that would be lying. I simply stubbed it: I was hurrying from one room to another, barefoot (as you do) and on passing through a doorway all of me except the toe managed to avoid the 3/4 open door.
It was as painful as it was stupid. As I recovered I noticed the toe in question was sticking out to the right instead of forward. "Funny", I thought: this can't be right (ha ha -"correct"). I showed Mrs F, who immediately said "Oh dear" and rushed me off to A&E (fortunately its still there). There they gave me an X-ray and said it was fractured. They then gave me very painful injections either side of the base of the toe (to stop the pain!) before wiggling it lots (shades of "this little piggy...") and strapping it back in place.
I now have to lie with my foot 45 degrees higher than my waist until I visit the fracture clinic tomorrow morning. I only hope they will let me resume my council duties as I've already missed four engagements today - and yet St Edmundsbury hasn't stopped?!
As you can see from the picture, I am back at work in some form or other, for once relying on my laptops' batteries - or should I call them tummytops?