A Word of Advice: Never Break Your Ankle.

I AM BACK AT UEA AND IT IS BEAUTIFUL.

I am currently writing this in a practically empty flat as everyone is at Clique at TAO in the city. It is wonderfully quiet and I've got loads of work done. Unfortunately I'm not really staying a home out of choice - my foot resembles an elephant's right now and it's not particularly wonderful. Sigh.

For some reason I assumed that the minute I had my cast off I would miraculously be able to walk properly straight away; this is really not the case. I am toiling away moisturising three times a day, coping with stretching socks, grotesque bruising and having to leave my flat half an hour before a lecture rather than fifteen minutes. It really is not much fun - today my ankle started aching after four hours of lectures; that really is not on is it? Especially as I have seven hours straight tomorrow. Not fun.

So this is my advice to you all out there - please do not break your ankle. Don't even do anything to risk breaking your ankle, such as wearing insensible shoes (is insensible a word? I hope it is). Or, if you really have to wear those eight-inch heels or whatever they are these days, at least fall hands first and break your wrist instead. Preferably not your writing hand, but honestly it would be far less debilitating to have a broken wrist than a broken ankle (although neither are particularly fun I am sure).

Consider this - are these:

Worth having a face like this once you inevitably fall?:

I will hope that most of you will say no. But I know that we will all go on wearing these ridiculous things.


And I'm sure after a couple of years I will be one of those people.

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