it's father's day!
it should be declared a public holiday like happy halloween. it obviously began as a marketing scam like the rest of our so called culture but i can't be arsed to look it up. perhaps one of the goobs can do it as a punishment homework. i am wrong, it has a history
yesterday, in the morning just as i was setting off for jo allen's i sprained my left ankle. very badly. lay in the road for ten minutes and crawled back into the house. the thing to do is to immediately put some ice on the joint to reduce the swelling and pain. i did not know that at the time and instead crawled into bed where i fell asleep. awoke a few hours later with a swollen ankle and lots of pain
skyped belle to let her know i would be at home for a few days. consulted my new copy of "where there is no doctor" and learned the rudiments of what to do with a sprained joint
went downstairs and soaked foot in cold water (the fridge in the house is not plugged in) and elevated it whilst watching the civil war by ken burns. great writing and simply poetic use of old photographs and voice overs
cabbed it to deal for aspirin and a supporting bandage and survival rations which included chocolate and pot noodles! my excuse for the gak is that ... actually there is no excuse once you realise its an excuse but i also bought a cauliflower, a white and a red onion
and my gak quotient must still be pretty low