Yippeeee!!! I was released from my plaster cast this week. I thought I would miss my constant companion, especially at the end of the day, when I had got used to plonking my foot into bed with a clog fixed on it. Curiously, I did not really feel any sense of loss. I thought about the cast in a vague kind of way. It was a fleeting thought that wafted into a passing fog and disappeared. I just curled up into my bed covers and slept a cosy sleep. In the morning, I awoke feeling quite refreshed and ready to ‘hirple’ *
*(Old Scots meaning to walk slowly and painfully or with a limp, to hobble; to move unevenly).