Surliminal and The Ankle of Doom (and the Mushroom of Portobello)

Memo to self: walking c 3 miles on uncertain surfaces on sprained ankle possibly not best idea ever. Wonder how mobile I'm going to be tomorrow?

Otherwise v civilised weekend, enhanced by ecstatic amounts of sun, good company and exquisite food. You take up Our Heroine recovering, joyfully hangover free ,from her wine-tasting adventure, and healthily walking to Newington to recover abandoned car. Do not go to Waitrose when hungry, quoth V: for it will destroy your bank balance. I broke this eleventh commandment however, and lo, he was right. But worse things happen than pan frying seabass in fennel butter, and fishcakes with a lemon cream sauce, plus colcannon, fresh green beans and cauliflower on the side, at 11 o clock of a Saturday night. Bizarre behaviour, yes ,but I didn't realise Superman Returns would go on till 10, when restaurants were at the turfing out stage and I was hungry enough to eat Andy's left kidney...

Sunday was still more Waitrose goodies, G & B cherry chocolate, a detour to the Virgin pool, and, dignity, cleanliness and footware recovered, dinner at David Banns with visiting German lesbian veggies. Where I had the most fabulous stuffed Portobello mushroom (some kind of nuts, with celeriac and potato, cooked to melting point in a mustardy sauce - delicious) and a share of three puds - fresh peach tarte tatin, choc pud and orange sorbet, and home made truffles with raspberry chocolate praline. Ah me. Anyone want to go back?

The Local Version of Taggart.

.. or, the End of a Perfect Day (no irony..)

There are dramatic pools of blood outside my front door - I ought to go clear em up but I'm worried if I do I'll faint. Where is CSI edinburgh when you could really do with it? How much blood loss actually matters?

I'm also considering ringing NHS Direct to find out if there are any arteries in the top of the foot (if it was the bottom , I'd be seriously worried) - but am worried they'll tell me to go to A & E which is the last thing I want at the end of a hot day!

In the meantime that Harvard conference t shirt I never wear has finally come good as emergency bandaging..

EDIT: this by the way is the OTHER foot from the one whose ankle I sprained yesterday. Seeing me hobbling to doctors tomorrow is going to rival Jake the Peg.