Uh-oh jungo - It's danger island next & gin.

So this week has been a bit manic. Mr M did something to his ankle, which we are yet to discover. The upshot is, we ended up in A&E the other night, after the doc had a good ol' fiddle (with his ankle) he said this -

'I can tell you it's not broken! There is no torn ligaments either!'

Mr M - 'Oh that great news I was worri...

'Let me finish, it's not broken, so we can't put it in a cast, it's not torn so I can repair it. It's worse actually'

Mr M 'What?'

'Well, you actually have permanent ligament damage, as in - it's not going to go away. Further from that, we can't do anything to repair it, until it tears. It will eventually begin to feel better, in a few weeks or months, we can't really tell you that without and MRI - which we won't do, further to that you're going to need to sign yourself off from work and get a doctors note for at least 2-3 weeks.'

Mr M 'Oh.'

And with that lovely doctor man leaves. He wasn't really lovely in anyway. At all.

Mr M 'Oh. Fuck. Sake. Oh. Fuck.'

Me '........'

So there we go that is the update of the ankle variety!

In other news, well, I cleaned the kitchen. Totally blitzed it yesterday, and today it looks like a shit tip, I blame the invalid.

To console myself after an arsehole of a week (I just noticed it was Thursday not Friday -crappoly), I have gin.

Note to self: