Went for an early evening run and didn’t count on an idiot parking on the pavement. I ran round the car as the pavement was completely blocked. Next thing I’m on the ground with a broken ankle. This was just after it happened. I , of course, thought it was sprained: eternal optimist that I am.
Three days later I’m at the hospital having an X-ray. Amazing how far you can hobble with a broken ankle. All happened just in time for Christmas shopping. No not quite Christimas Eve but a week before…
Just in time to get the Radio Times out and start planning my viewing. Then again there’s all those films that have sat on my shelves just waiting to be watched.
I had no excuse to avoid the Max Ophuls that I’d bought earlier in the year. I started with Le Plaisir and even had time to watch the extras.