“Missed me?”, the thing Sherlock heard when Moriaty entered his life again.
Well, I don’t want to introduce Genius and Criminal to this blog, but maybe you have noticed I have not posted blogs for a while. And I do hope you missed them.
The fact is that I did break my ankle in the night between first and second Christmasday.
Due to the stupidity and stuborness of both my GP’s ( a couple) I had to walk/stumble 3 weeks on that broken ankle before they finally enabled me to go to the hospital to have taken x-rays and get a cask around it.
I think you can understand I lived in a painfull hell for 3 weeks. And of course that pain did not stop immediately nor has it yet. And then something went wrong with my heelbone that greatly contribute(d) to more pain.
I went to a care-home for some weeks. No internet there.
And now I am home again, not able to walk yet, moving around in a wheelchair and nothing in my mind thinks about painting. And I think it will take some time to be able to concentrate on making art.
So for now a little piece of art I did make 2 years ago and I still do like a lot.
And tell me, have you ever broken an ankle or another bone in your leg?
How long did it take to mend?