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I asked Mr W to take this picture of me - can't be doing with setting up a tripod whilst wobbling around on crutches.

So, not the most flattering photo of me, but here I am about to go to the gym for the first time since breaking my ankle. I had a great session with my PT, lots of seated upper body weights and a session on the hand bike. It felt good to be exercising again.

At this rate, what with using crutches too, I will end up completely ripped, but with an atrophied and withered left lower leg. Attractive!

I'm attempting to get most the packing done today - not easy when you have to do it sitting on the floor, relying on someone else trying to pick things out for you. Pah. I hate being so reliant on Barney.

Anyway, a positive is that there is more room in my suitcase due to taking only one of each shoe...and only being able to take flat shoes. So, this is the actual sum total of shoes I am taking to Cuba.

I went out today - to see my beautician for a pre-holiday pruning session, and then to a couple of shops to pick up last minute bits and pieces.

I am very fit, and I have excellent core strength / stability as well as strong arms and shoulders (from lifting weights twice a week), but using crutches is so hard! I was exhausted and sweaty by the time I got home, and I'd hardly covered any ground.

Not only that, but you lean the crutches up against things and they fall over and clatter all over the place.

I can foresee me hating the sight of these fucking things very soon.

The day I found out I'd broken my ankle, my sister and Dylan came to see me.

Dylan chose a lovely colourful bouquet of flowers to "cheer up Aunty Drain" and my sister made me a delicious lunch.

Not the best day I've ever had...