Walk on by...

I'm packed (so that's my clothes and everything the daughter needs for two weeks away from home), all the travel arrangements are sorted, euros to be collected tomorrow, bits to be waxed are waxed, and I have my holiday toes on.....

Husband has yet to start his ironing, and we leave in 16 hours, including sleeping. There'll be tears before bedtime I fear.

Time for a little drinkie.....

See y'all in a couple of weeks!

The squeamish may wish to look away now

I broke my toe! I haven't ever broken a bone - not in 42 years. Pity my first break was as unimpressive as my little toe (right foot). So, I have never had a proper plaster cast - not even when I dislocated my knee. That was just a crepe bandage and a thing to hold the leg straight - I'm sure it has a proper name. It was a blue felt caliper, for want of the correct terminology.

This time, I get a bit of stuff between my toes and some sticky tape. But, man, look at that bruise!


I did it by stubbing my toe on the door jamb in the bedroom, on the way back from the shower. Slippers from now on, I suppose.

I am flying out to Germany this afternoon. I am wondering if I can blag a ride on one of those golf carts at Schipol Airport!