Crocked

Oh dear. Followers of my Twitterfeed will be aware that I've had an accident. Thursday morning, I went to take out the bins. I took one step out my front door and my foot went over on itself. I thought I'd just bruised it, but when the side of my foot started to swell and the pain didn't go away, I took a trip to casualty.

Turns out I have broken my fifth metatarsal (the same as David Beckham, celebrity injury fans). So I ended up looking like this:

The plaster's gone now, replaced by a big clunky boot shoe which holds the foot in place, but I'm still on crutches and wincing every time it moves. It's really quite annoying, and it's put a real crimp in my tarting activity. I've already had to cancel a trip to London next week. I was planning on working my way down the East London Line, the new, gleaming extension to the Overground, but it's going to have to wait now. I can't tell you how disappointed by this I am.

So basically what I'm saying is, bear with me. I'll be away for a while - unless I can think of any little posts I can do without leaving the comfort of my sofa - but I promise I'll be back. Don't go anywhere!