I know I’ve shown my clumsy side before though perhaps not so comprehensively as this. I fell over a lump of granite on the moor and got myself a huge ankle. So huge it is bigger than my knee and so painful that I’ve spent the morning in the Minor Injuries units of two local hospitals waiting to get it x-rayed and treated.

Poor DM – he’s been ferrying me around and waiting patiently for me to get fixed up.

It is, of course, a bank holiday weekend here in Blighty and so our hospitals are not all functioning fully. So, a trip to our local one was fruitless and we were directed to another about fifteen miles away. There I got prodded and poked and had my bones photographed (ouch) but fortunately I was declared to have no bone damage, just a very bad sprain.

I was given a set of crutches along with a list of dos and don’ts and sent home to put my foot up and rest for a week.

This of course means I can’t work tomorrow so I’ve spent my time on the phone explaining my complete numpty-ness and organising cover for myself. That’s bad enough when you’ve got a proper job – you know, one that pays sick pay – but when you lose income because of it you realise just what an idiot you are.

Once that was sorted, I gave in to my confinement and snoozed on the sofa in front of a carry on film. Sometimes, I think my body deliberately trips me up (both metaphorically and really) so I have to stop or to slow down. Given that I have been dashing around like a mad creature again for the last few weeks, I’m probably in the best place for me.

One more fly in the ointment is that I have an important meeting on Wednesday which is critical to my future life and I’ll be turning up to it on crutches now……..