Strange times, eh? Just a couple of weeks into lockdown , I was sitting in our garden thinking how quiet the world was without traffic. How peaceful. Then I stood up from where I was sitting and twisted my ankle. As my brain scrambled to make sense of what was happening, I did what I realise now was absolutely stupid and pathetic but at the time seemed to make sense. I put the foot that I'd just twisted back onto the ground to steady myself, and went over on it again. Yup, twice-sprained in a couple of seconds. My foot swelled up, it hurt, and when it wouldn't improve after a week of (NHS111 recommended) rest, ice, compression and elevation, I was advised to go to the fracture clinic at the local hospital. The good news is my ankle wasn't broken. The bad news is that it was a soft tissue injury that turned my foot black and blue. I was sent home from hospital, given a moonboot to walk in (not a good look) and instructions to rest. I'm not the sort of person wh...
