international nut of pastry - I think this lines mostly filler.

Took me 24 years, but I can now say I've had a broken bone. Okay, not broken... Fractured. Same shit.

Last Saturday morning I rolled my ankle walking down some steps at home, tumbling to the ground in what I'm sure was a very amusing way. Thinking it was nothing seriously, I continued with the days activities - although in quiet a bit of pain. 9 Days later, and my foot slightly better but still in pain I went to get an xray...

Circled is the 5th metatarsal with a fracture in it. As it's not displaced there's no need for a cast. So here I am awaiting the day when someone will accidentally kick my foot where I'm sure something loud and censored will have to be said.

I've started running. No, not because someone is chasing me. I thought it would be a good way to kill time and (hopefully) weight. But that story is for another time..