I do not stick to my own rules.
Twice does not, apparently mean a repeat of the same thing.
Last night as I was just dropping off, the weather being chilly, leading to snow flurries, the OH had no problems getting me out of bed to ask where his other fluffy blanket could possibly be because he’d looked in the wardrobe where I said it was and he couldn’t see it.
Wrong wardrobe door. I opened the other one and for lo! there it was, visible to the naked eye by looking and if pulled slightly with the hand, able to fall out on top of the pullee.
I turned and stalked off with my recently broken little toe right into the bed leg and broke it again. (The toe, not the bed leg.)
I am getting quite used to broken toes. Broken toes are sub-dexa scan. They do not show up on bone density doo dads. They just break on their own. Mine have always done this. The first I remember was sliding on a freshly polished school hall floor. At A&E they told me I had not broken my toe because hairline fractures don’t show up on X rays. So I carried on wearing heeled shoes and consequently have had a toe that healed sticking up ever since, on my left foot. I did a couple randomly, and the OH did one by stepping backwards with his Crocs on my bare toe in Australia, but the most noticeable was the mirror, second toe on my right foot, which I did during lockdown. Under the circumstances I was not keen to go to hospital in case I came home with an X ray and Covid, so I didn’t go. Now that one sticks up in the air too.
And now my little toe, left foot, is stuck to my other toes with sticking plaster, as it was previously. It took quite a few weeks to stop hurting last time.
Astrologers would have me believe it’s all due to Pluto at the top of my chart. Personally I think it’s due to walking barefoot without due care and attention.
And two, the power of two, too.
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