Friday, 24 December 2010
After a much delayed journey pole-wards yesterday to Scotland for Christmas (planes and trains), I then put the icing on the cake by slipping on ice almost immediately after arriving at Dundee train station. The upshot of which is that I'm "enjoying" my annual, week-long pilgrimage to the ancestoral home with a twisted (right) ankle. Excellent. Actually, if it were anyone other than me, I'm sure that I'd have found the irony of it pretty funny. Arse.