Forty nine years and three months. All that time I could proudly say I had never broken a bone, thanks to including quality dairy rich foods in my diet.
Well that's over. Last night I slipped in the dark on the way home, and turned my ankle so badly I have fractured it. Spent most of the evening in A&E, before being sent home with a temporary plaster cast. That was taken off today, but due to the ligament damage I'd also done, my foot was too swollen to have the proper cast, so I have temporary cast No. 2 on for a week.
Been given crutches which are impossible to use on a slope, so stuck indoors for now. Actually, stuck upstairs, and the stairs are near impossible to negotiate alone.
Suspect I may do a good impression of Jack Nicholson in The Shining before the six weeks are up.