So, we’ve got a tardis and a bunny….
Which means we get this.
This weekend I managed, without any outside asstance, to sprain my ankle. This makes for several weeks of gimping about and me just being crochety, because not only am I a lousy patient, but as this is the FOURTH time I have managed to do this, I should have bloody well known better than to try to work out in sandals.
Hates self….
And, I kid you not, it’s in middle english. Maybe there’s a silver lining to being stick sitting inside.