On Thursday evening the rod was removed. You know, the one holding my toe straight. You'd forgotten. Didn't care. Bored with all this toe business. I get it. Even my Dearest failed to notice that I am now wearing matching footwear and smell newly-fragrant, after my first shower in a month. But for those who read these ramblings in search of serious foot education, let me reassure you that rod-removal was a breeze and over in seconds. I don't know whether my active imagination had envisaged a dyna-rod being removed, for I had been a tad queasy at the prospect. The toe is swollen and a little on the under-done side. Medium rare, really. But functional and hopefully about to give me a much surer platform for all the walking I intend to do, to off-set mince-spies.
Anyway, I should be doing something useful like peeling a sprout or three instead of talking to you.
However, if you are still here on Christmas eve, let me wish all my lovely readers a very Merry Christmas, and a Happy, Healthy 2017. Thank you for keeping me company this year.
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