Did you know crutches don’t float? I learned that today.
Last month I learned that my car brakes were faulty and what a tibia plateau fracture was.
A week ago I learned the name and telephone number of the pretty nurse with green eyes at the fracture clinic. Apparently this morning so did my wife; she tracked me to the park bench next to the pond where I had arranged to meet the pretty green eyes. Before she had stormed off, after hurling abuse, she had hurled the crutches.
Tomorrow I expect I will learn how expensive a solicitor is.
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