The long dark tea-time of the soul day 1 and 2

Thursday. Hair cut time and top up on my colour, Amanda made a stunning job of it as always and took the undercut higher up. It was the first time we had ventured out. We went to The Navigation for food as Kev didn't fancy cooking and it was a good way to kick off the holiday. Cases packed and ready for the off. Good news the bus stop is back open on Bramble way. 

Friday.

And hereby hangs the tale. Everything went smoothly first thing. We went for a cooked breakfast at 'Spoons, avoiding to need to buy motorway rubbish. 

Got to Durham and started exploring. We found the Cathedral and Castle, including the Sanctuary door knocker. My friend Trish did a free motion embroidery hoop of it a while back and cards too, so I was intrigued to see it up close and personal like. 

After that tragedy struck ( well it would be me wouldn't it?) We went for a drink in a local pub The Shakespeare I do believe. All was well until I went to the loo. 

Then I fell up a step that was just inside the doorway. As soon as I went down I knew something was badly wrong. My foot was the wrong way round and the pain was immense. I had to carried out by some of the locals and put on a chair. As is the norm these days the ambulance was going to be 3-4 hours. So we got a taxi and with a bit of help we got to the A&E. Obviously Kev could not come in and I was left in the waiting room for my turn to come. It took a while but once they saw the ankle I was taken straight to Xray then Resuscitation. They gave me zippy juice that was taken by breathing it is similar to a kazoo, after that they tried putting it back in place twice ( even with the zippy juice I could feel it). After that, they decided it was too bigger a job and I would need a plate and screws to hold it together. This bearing in mind is on my good leg, trust me. There was talk of if the toes went black overnight an amputation. But the specialist was convinced that they could rebuild me with a rachet and clank operation. 

So here I am in hospital in Durham on my own waiting on screw fix direct to come up with the goods. Only I could bugger up a holiday by going to the loo... Catch you later on the other side of this morphine fantasia If Mickey Mouse comes in with mops to the sorcerers apprentice I'll try and get his autograph...